sula, that was beautiful and sad and happy at the same time. Sounds like a real cosy home you had there. Reminded me of a poem I wrote about my childhood but I shan't post that here <g>. Ah, it was nice, playing with the neighbourhood kids. My sisters and I pretended we found things in our garden, to make our neighbours jealous. We made papier-mache eyeballs, broken fingers and gold necklaces; buried them, and made like we discovered them. We also catapulted snails onto the road outside and watch the cars go over them. I know, that's really twisted. And I will always remember fondly the lady who sold beancurd to us. She wore the traditional farmer's cone hat, and carried a yoke with barrels of beancurd and hollered "Tau fu fah!" while walking around the neighbourhood.
Gotta get some sleep.
foray
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so bounce, basketball, bounce