Saturday, July 17, 2010 . 7/17/2010 11:32:00 PM

I used to live in Yishun. That's not secret. That's the town I lived in, during my first part of childhood. 

I can't remember too much, but I remember I was a lot happier. My family was a normal happy big family (there were 8 of us). I had my soft toys and Big Bro had his toy cars and lil' bro was a cute little white ball. 

That house had hold many happy memories. The only unhappiness was when my grandparents scold me or Dad punishing me. We walked to the nearby Yishun Park to play at the huge merry-go-round every few days, or to the nearby PAP kids library where Mummy would borrow some books for us to read. 

Fights between my parents don't exist then. Big Bro and I would walk across the house from our room on our own to snuggle in between them in their bed. We'd hang out in my grandparents' room because they have the nicest bed in the house. We'd ride around the house in our little tricycles that grandpa had assembled for us. 

Ours was a simple childhood filled with laughter, although there's only me and Big Bro, and maybe our Malay neighbours. But nevertheless, Yishun holds a lot of good memories that I'll never forget. Better than here anyway.