Here is another story of the past. My cousin and I were the only anak-anak kecil around the late 80’s in my family. We used to play around and sneaking out the house every time we got the change in the afternoon and we would go down to the river and wasted time playing tanah liat making features we liked. Not forgetting to bring some of my mom’s sarong making balloons out of it. Haha, time went to fast. Today, she has become a beautiful lady and a good teacher. Me? I’m still hanging around time waiting to blast that visions of mine beyond reality.
We used to help my mom to cook pisang goreng after being scolded because of the mandi sungai thing. Haha. It was a very special moment in my life. How I wish to get back in time to just do lots of things with both of them and laugh. There is not much we can do and tell of being a grown up. We can’t afford the time to just sit around and enjoy the good times we used to have during childhood. Everyone is having their own struggle, and ups and downs. Being a grown up isn’t easy.
She wanted to call me abang but I never wanted it. I felt ashamed when she acknowledged me to that extend. In the end, none of them address me to that, but always with the name. So I guess I’ve made my mistake because I felt like nobody respected me as an elder to this day.
Ahh.. We were good friends back then. Always do things together. Tales of the two children ended when I knew what was the meaning of kampung boys. I started to join the kids at my age and did stupid things. The only time I stayed home in my free time was on Saturday and Sunday morning, cartoon fever that is. After that, it was melastik burung time.
Walking through the stairs of time turned me into a man. Now the kids I used to play with are having their own family and children. Damn, they went ahead too fast or am I the only one who is still searching the meaning of life? The story was an adventure of mine, late in the 80’s but we are now here in the new millennium. I don’t know how to accept this but it’s was almost 20 yrs ago.
… and now I feel sad.
