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Childhood Memories


Last night my daughter ask me to tell her a story, she said “Cinderella” well I said, you have heard that many times, so I decided to tell her a story about a real life.  She waited for my story which always started. .. Once upon a time.. but last night it didn’t start with that.  I started “… I remember those days.. “.  I begin sharing her, my childhood story of how my parents use to send us for a holiday at our grandparents house in our kampong, if there were a month break, we will be in Membakut at my mother’s parents place for two weeks and another two weeks at our father’s parents place in Kuala Penyu. 

I told her how we use to play near the river with the small net catching butterflies and dragonflies.  I told her how terrible we were that when we caught dragonflies, we pulled the tail and poke something so when it fly, you can see something hanging and it shows that is your dragonflies.


My daughter and I were giggling but I said to her that now I realize how bad we were with the poor fireflies.  I keep on sharing my childhood memories, how my grandmother (mum’s side) will react if she couldn’t find us nearby, she will be yelling our names out even in public.  What does she do? She asked.. I said they are business minded people just like me, they sell fishes and handmade mat (tikar) every Sunday at the tamu.  My grandpa, my mum’s dad is a relax kind of guy, he will just let us play anyway but making sure we know how to be careful.


She asked me, how about your dad’s parents.. i smile.. I told her my grandpa, he is an artist just like us.  He loves singing, writing and talks a lot.  My grandma, is a wonderful woman, we never see her gets angry, she don’t talk much but I remember her playing our small piano a kulintangan beat (our traditional music tune) how smart.

I become excited with the story and beginning to go back to the past, every story I tell, I can feel it in my soul, I hear the voices clearly and realizing that I am controlling my own emotions when I talk about my grandparents.  Realizing how lucky I am, being able to experience life with my grandparents.  Now that they are no longer here, I have them in my thought and in my prayer.


Looking back, I don’t remember how much money we had and it seems does not matter because at the end of the day, you will cherish the wonderful memories they share with you.  We had a simple life but wonderful and I don’t think I can have it back but all sweet memories are kept in my mind forever.

My daughter had a wonderful sleep with the wonderful story that I have cherish.  I am sure the stories from experiences are more meaningful as at the end I will tell her that life is beautiful. 


The late Mr. Tony Insing and Mdm. Regina, Mr. Matthew Hunggim and Mdm. Helena, May their souls rest in peace. 

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