Dear beloved readers,
I have been hooked with a TV program in a local television during this year's fasting month, titled "Tentang Bulan". The drama series is about 6 young boys and girls growing up in a small village in Kuala Kangsar, Perak. Following their stories in kampung, I remember mine when I was brought up in my own kampung.
I was brought up by my grandparents in a small ordinary village in Pulai Chondong, Kelantan. Oh boy, what a beautiful memory it was. You urban folks don't know what you've been missing. Childhood comes only once, and growing up in a kampung during your childhood can be the most precious moment in your whole life.
During my days, the whole "world" was our playgroud. In the early morning, after getting myself bathed with that damned cold perigi waters, I would venture my way to my cousin's house located just a few yards away from my grandpa's. We would play and play until "orang bang zuhur", coming home for a great grandma's lunch, only to go out an hour later to play, again! We would go mandi sungai, cari buah getah, main bola, bidas burung, main nusut, or just lazying ourself around. We, most of the days, will go to a makcik's house (forgot her name and not sure whether she's still around) to buy ice creams kelubi (only 10 cents) and I can tell you that it was the best ice-creams you've ever taste. And sometimes, my grandpa would consider me riding with him on his "Honda Samah" to Kedai. Oh my god, I always treasure the chance of getting on his old motorbike. I surely miss those days.
And my grandpa's home (I called it a home, and not just a house) is the most beautiful home on earth. I can still remember how the early morning sun lights find its way to shine through our dining area. Ohhhh....it was just soo original. I seldom saw that kind of scenery ever again during my adult life (in TV of course).
At that time, life was problem-less, full of joy, full of friends (and foes too), relatives, ice-creams, bicycles, and fond memories.
