My Childhood Rongxin

Rongxin

Memories of my childhood are diminishing slowly as the day go by so It took me a while to recall back vivid moments fr0m my memory bank. Being the youngest and only son, I usually had the most attention from my Dad's side of the family. Even now, they still treat me like I am an "innocent little boy" whenever they see me and to be honest, it's very annoying. I don't like it one bit. My sisters aren't the jealous types. The three of us went to the same Primary School and even to the same nursery. We sometimes went back to school together. My eldest sister is the firmest between the two of them. She often reprimands me for spending too much time on the computer. After all, the eldest child is supposed to show responsibility and concern towards her younger siblings. That is what she is doing right now and she's doing a good job. Just that sometimes, I can't tell if she cares too much or just has a hot temper. Who am I kidding? She does have a hot temper. My mum agrees too.

My youngest sister can be careless sometimes. Over a span of two years, she has lost three hand phones. She eventually grew out of it now that she's older and a Home Economics teacher at the secondary school near our house. I forgot the name but how nice of the Ministry Of Education to post her to a school near our house. When we were younger, our Dad sent us to school by car almost every day. While going to school, we used to have light conversations in the car. The relationship between my Mum and Dad was close but that didn't last forever. They brought us out to have dinner or to celebrate our birthdays at Swensens. I remembered going to Sentosa for the first time by cable-car. They sent me to many tuitions for my Maths and Chinese. They are my weakest subjects even until now.

Both my sisters and I were a fan of the Teletubbies. We watched the show frequently which was aired on Kids Central then or whatever the channel was. Each of us had the stuffed figurine. Mine was Tinky Winky. I used to sleep with it and constantly cuddle it. The feeling of being with him cheers me up a lot. Over the years, I got newer versions of it. It was only recently, last year, that I had it disposed of. To let go of the attachment. My second sister tried to convince me to throw him away by commenting about his colour, purple. Saying that it was the international gay colour and all sorts. The thing is, I didn't gave it up willingly. It was definitely not an easy task. My Mum told me to throw it away but I kept delaying it. Until one day last year I found it missing and had a sudden realisation that it had already been thrown away. I was a little disappointed by that fact but I quickly got over it by the help of computer games, television and likes. Thank God for technology. To be honest, I still long to cuddle him again...