The drive down memory lane was interesting. The so called Tasik has been filled and there are houses there. The row of shops are still the same.
This house....is still the same. No changes except for a coat of paint. Very run down. The mango tree is still there.
Such memories this house holds. There is a side gate to the garden. This is where the kids will play and cycle on their tricycles. There is a slope and the would slide down the slope.
The staircase where Lyn fell while walking down holding her imaginary friend. Not her first fall. The road goes downhill....when she learnt to cycle, she lost control of her bike. The father ran after her and threw himself in front to stop the bike and cushion her fall.
The many hours in the dining area baking cny cookies with the kids kneeling on the chairs to watch and help.
Water gun fights and playing in the pool at the porch. Hours and hours of Barney and pooh bear on the tv that I could almost sing all the songs and say their lines.
The back room where the whole family will sleep together..I decided to forget about Dr Spock and all the other gurus on bringing up babies and moved the whole family into one room. How Dan would kick and fuss trying to find his position before sleeping.
How precious these memories are and so much forgotten already. Sometime the yester years seem so surreal. Like it never happened but it did.
