For Lotusutol
Hopscotch in the afternoon sun, beside the papaya tree on your front porch.
Wo tip and tausa buns.
Swimming lessons.
Being nursed by you, your ma and your 3 brothers as I burned with a fever of 102.
Endless jokes and riddles on the way home as we crammed ourselves into the back of your dad's 4x4.
Sleepovers every other day.
Family Christmasses at mine every year.
Us getting the boys to enter drawing competitions against each other so we could get away from them and play on our own!!
Archie's corner.
Playing Super Nintendo in my bedroom til the wee hours of the morning.
Sister Queenie and the squirting chicken bone.
We've come a LONG way, haven't we. Here’s to 25 years of friendship come this November. My childhood memories are so much richer because you’ve been in my life. xx
Wo tip and tausa buns.
Swimming lessons.
Being nursed by you, your ma and your 3 brothers as I burned with a fever of 102.
Endless jokes and riddles on the way home as we crammed ourselves into the back of your dad's 4x4.
Sleepovers every other day.
Family Christmasses at mine every year.
Us getting the boys to enter drawing competitions against each other so we could get away from them and play on our own!!
Archie's corner.
Playing Super Nintendo in my bedroom til the wee hours of the morning.
Sister Queenie and the squirting chicken bone.
We've come a LONG way, haven't we. Here’s to 25 years of friendship come this November. My childhood memories are so much richer because you’ve been in my life. xx
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2 Comments:
awww... that's so sh-weet... almost brought tears to my eyes! I'd give anything to go back to those carefree days.
I could add a few more:
- My dad's chirpy whistle and Nat King Cole repertoire, entertaining us while he drives his car.
- The 'Secret Garden' at the back of your house. Not that we grew anything there though!
- (I mentioned this in Chair's blog) Hunting for peanuts during Christmas treasure hunt.
Glad we can still remember those days. Just wish we could get together chat over Milo tarik and roti... Cheers!
Yeah, your dad has pitch perfect whistling skills. I also remember an afternoon doing decopatch and Abel tumbling down my stairs, lying in a pool of blood. Would you believe I havent done decopatch since? lol.
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