Oh boy! Wish we could jump into the time machine to go back to our wonderful fun filled childhood living in kampung. As children, we would ride with our parents on bicycles or motorcycles for 2 or 3... We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house & yelled for them... We go to jungle to catch spiders without worries of Aedes mosquitoes...We drank water straight from the tap & not from a bottle... We catch guppy & fighting fish in drains or canals & when it rain we swim there...We would leave home in the morning & play all day till street lights came on... No one was able to reach us all day & we don't have handphones to bug us & still we're ok & safe...We had... We... the list goes on... Hmm... Needless to say, those were the happiest time of our life.
Little Iwen enjoying the ride on a classic bicycle child seat made of rattan.
Those are the remaining few kampung houses that still survivedfrom land-hungry developers.
1 comment:
I remember when I would ride my babies on my bike. His seat was up on the handle bar area, I wish I had one like yours, that one looks like it would be lots of fun for a baby
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