We were having tea at the garden one evening when we heard our neighbour were screaming at her son not play outside the house, "it's not safe", she said. I suddenly remembered the good old days when I was about the boy's age.
Those days, right after Asar I would be out playing in the streets. Riding my bike, paddling so fast imagining I'm in a race. Once, I accidently banged a nyonya, she was hurt and I panicked. I just cycled home and hid under the bed. Hey, I was only 5 or 6 then. I was scared okay. Don't blame me for not helping the poor old nyonya. But that incident definitely did not stop me from cycling again the next day.
Then there were rounders. It is something like baseball but we used a flat papan (wood) as the bat. The ball would be a tennis ball. We would be running around with only our underwears, boys and girls.
I was a bit lasak when I was young. I always thought I was a boy. I climbed trees instead of playing barbie. I scraped my knees lots of time. I had ikan laga, lots of them. I just love being outside the house. There was nothing to be scared of. It was safe then...
