REFLECTIONS THAT MOULDED
(impromptu)
by Jenifer
11/4/13
The
childhood memories that hold dear to my heart were the ones spent in
Sarikei, the town I was born. In the early 70s, it was indeed a
sleepy, rustic and country-bumpkin kind of town that you could relate
to a cowboy movie. What I like best was, we could walk anywhere and
reach there in matter of 10-15 minutes; plus no traffic
congestion-hardly many cars back then. People were mostly walking,
cycling or on motor-cycles.
Why
I re-enact this, I was so unhappy when my father decided to move the
family to Kuching. This happened when I was eleven years old. I could
not imagine departing from my best friends, and the fact that I cycle
to school everyday. In fact, I grew independent because of that
bicycle which my father had given as a prize for achieving first
position in my class when I was in Primary Three.
Moving
to Kuching meaned no more cycling to school. No more bicycle
gangs-yes, indeed, I had my bicycle gang-Maria, Adeline and Alice. I
will lose the liberty to cycle to the town library with my little
brother riding on the carrier behind my Mini-bike. Kuching is such a
big town!
You
can clearly imagine my distraught on the first day at school as a new
girl in Kuching town. The atmosphere was so different from Sarikei. I
missed all that freedom. I felt gagged in Kuching. There was no where
I could go without my parents or an adult, because I was only eleven
years old. Moreover, we could not walk to the town any longer. We had
to take the bus, because Kuching was a bigger town than Sarikei,
hence, all distances were longer!
Looking
back, I realised how much simplicity in life actually holds dear to
me, than the complicated routines. I remember them more vividly than
the chaotic mode I was in when I was in Kuching. I hold onto them
with fondness on my dreary days. In fact, those simple bicycle days
were what moulded me to being independent later in my college years.
On top of that, moving away from the rustic mundane town, also was an
eye-opener, which refreshed to adapt to various environment and
cultures. If I had stayed put in the town where I was born, I would
have grown up to be a hermit and possibly not graduated with a degree
from overseas.

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