(Singaporean Baweanese Wedding at Kampong Amber in early 1960s)
Even though I lived in Pondok Kelompang Gubuk for the first twelve years of my life, I often stayed over at my Aunt Jamliah's home, spending the whole school holidays in Kampong Amber. The memory of kampong life always lingers in my mind recalling the period of joy, having lots of fun with my cousins and kampong friends, playing in the open within the compound of Kampong Amber. We played all sort of kampong games from catching spider to playing hide-and-seek to hop-scotch to skipping ropes and racing games.
(My parents visiting their relatives in Kampong Amber during mid-1960s)
I could still recall the morning sound of dawn; the crowing of the cock and the chirping of the birds on the trees, acting like the alarm clock, waking everybody up. The water from the well was icy cold in the early morning and was very useful in waking-up those sleepy heads. I really miss the kampong life atmosphere! Those were the days and the good times of my childhood, the wonderful period of my life. During those days, I was extremely happy and felt fortunate to have beautiful family and wonderful extended families, the people whom I loved, living happily all around me.
Indeed my dad had given me a splendid childhood life, the period in which never in a million years could I ever imagine that somewhere in my life ahead that I would be in a state of misery, especially during the depressing period of seeing my youngest sister and only brother to experience sadness in their childhood life. They did not have the same beautiful childhood memory as mine. The childhood life of my two youngest siblings was the most difficult period of my life.
(Along this stretch of road there are severals blocks of condominiums)
(Look!!! a palm tree from the past Kampong Amber is still standing tall at the same spot! .... I'm just joking! :D )
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