Memoirs.

9 years ago, I lived in a small private apartment complex called Sophia Court, located up on the hill above Cathay Cineplex. It wasn't too fancy, no advanced facilities, just a small swimming pool accompanied by a few barbeque pits. Everyday, before school, I would have to climb a flight of stairs to get to the main gate, before being fetched by the schoolbus. It used to be tiring, although now, I think that I can climb it with ease.

The place was nice. Everyday after school, I would head down to the 2nd floor of my block, and play games like badminton or catching with my friends, Valerie, sister Ginny, Frances and the 2 guys who lived on the 6th floor, whom sadly, I can't remember their names. I had fun, I always did, and whenever dinner was ready, my parents would call out to me and ask me to come back up, which I reluctantly did.

My house wasn't small, but it wasn't too big either. I slept in the same room as my parents and brothers, and my grandmother and my maid slept in another room, due to the lack of rooms available. The living room wasn't too big, but it had a glass cabinet full of my toys, standing there neat and dandy in all their glory. The kitchen was behind the living room, beside the front door, and it could only accomodate a maximum of 2 people, and the dining room was beside the living room, with a wall fully made of mirrors, which can be said to have attributed for my vanity. I liked the place, it had a cosy feeling, one that made you wanna go home to.

Outside, was another flight of stairs which would lead down below to the main road, coming out exactly beside the new Cathay Cineplex. Believe me, it was a long road down, and up. Plaza Singapura wasn't this huge last time, it was slightly smaller, and there was a walkway that connected the Dhoby Ghaut MRT opening beside Parklane Mall to it, which was covered with flower beds of different colours, with radiant and soft orange lights lighting the path, giving it a very warm and welcoming ambience.

I attended a kindergarten which was further up, located at Mount Emily Park, called Pat's schoolhouse. It was a pretty cool place, I mean, for someone who's 5years old. Everyday, mornings would be filled with learning sessions, and afternoons, either a walk in the park or swimming time, followed by a nap before tea break followed shortly by another round of games for an hour or so before finally being 'dismissed'. I loved the way it used to be so carefree, so happy.

But that, like what I said, was 9 years ago. And truthfully, it only felt like yesterday that I was walking up the ridiculously long flight of stairs with my grandmother, or coming back home late at night with my dad after going out to Parkway, which ironically, became my 'neighbour'. Actually, I long for the day, when I get to go back, to how it used to be, and enjoy everything once more, just like the old days. I want to go back, but sadly, that's never gonna happen. Maybe these might just be small things, but in the long run, they turn from minor, to major.

And sadly, sometimes we move too fast in life, that we forget to cherish the simplest and most minor of things.

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