I saw this pic in one of my cousin's friend's facebook's photo album.
Immediately, I recognised the place.
This is the place I grew up.
This is the place I used to play marble, play 'police and thief', play the game, 'London Bridge is falling down', play the rope game 'zero point', play sand, cycling, learned how to park my car in the narrow space, etc.
My mum used to have a small garden to plant some herbs for cooking and medicine remedy here.
I used to sit around this place while studying.
When I was young, there was an old man staying in this narrow space between two shophouses.
He used to sell sugar cane juice at the waterfront's bus stop.
He kept a lot of sugar cane here.
Once, his stall was burnt down in the middle of the night.
I called 999 to send the firemen over immediately.
I was piss off that time for the lousy telephonist service.
That old man was once robbed in the middle of the night too.
This place used to be very dangerous at night cos it was a bushy and dark place.
Anyway, I miss this place very much.
I moved out from that place in year 1995.
I was quite reluctant that time.
I wasn't happy even though my father bought a better place for our family.
My family spent more than 40 years there.
But now it left only with memories.
Do you understand the joke?
