The Untold Story
It began when I was a very young girl. Can't be more than five or six years old. It was fun in preschool, moulding animals with colourful plasticines and painting my pictures with very diluted paint. Children as young as we were, know everything about segregations - who to play with and who to avoid. We played with the smarter kids. The ones who get scolded a lot by teachers get cast aside. That's children cruelty but it was just the way it were. It was easy for me because I am one of the smart ones. I am not sure about now but I used to get good grades then. Those kindergarten teachers love to heap praises on me. Just because I know when to be quiet, when to take the lead... and that was how I got my way around people.
There were no short of playmates in school. After school hours, I am usually left alone again. My mum used to bring me out along with her mahjong sessions. I did not mind. I can play with those aunties' children as well.
He was the boy you'd love to hate. We had no other friends to play with anyway so we played together. There was a fascination about fire when you were a kid. The licking flame was a captivating temptress. The lighters and matchsticks we would sneaked into the corridors and started to light up anything that can burn. Except plastic of course. We did not care if it was toxic but burning plastic smells disgusting. Anyway, the adults would come running because the fumes get really strong.
It's a long story. I will have to continue some other time.
There were no short of playmates in school. After school hours, I am usually left alone again. My mum used to bring me out along with her mahjong sessions. I did not mind. I can play with those aunties' children as well.
He was the boy you'd love to hate. We had no other friends to play with anyway so we played together. There was a fascination about fire when you were a kid. The licking flame was a captivating temptress. The lighters and matchsticks we would sneaked into the corridors and started to light up anything that can burn. Except plastic of course. We did not care if it was toxic but burning plastic smells disgusting. Anyway, the adults would come running because the fumes get really strong.
It's a long story. I will have to continue some other time.