P4, circa 1986
P6, circa 1988
The amazing thing about Facebook is we get back in touch with people from ages ago... and this I mean Primary school classmates. For me it doesn't date back anymore than that because I just don't remember any names from my kindergarten days... except this girl whom also went to the same school with me in our primary and secondary school days.
Our primary school campus will be redeveloped this summer, so I went back to take some pics for memory's sake.
The last time I went back was 6 years ago, when I taught at the secondary school next door as a Sub Teacher for a couple of months. But honestly, I really hadn't set foot in the primary school campus for ... 20 years.
Everything has shrunk. I remember running around the playground like it was a 400m track, and we could play "ping pong football/Watermelon football" in the covered playground, where we could easily fit 400 kids there for morning assembly... I honestly don't know how we could do that now... it's so small?!
The same basketball court, same hard surface where we played during Recess
I didn't make plans to meet up with old classmates, but did meet 3 while I was there. It's just strange to see them... we all look the same (except now I'm triple-sized), but I haven't ANY clue what has become of them. Even old buddies, 20 years is almost a life time of memories and changes. Our
FB profiles show that we've all become individuals, with our own friends, families, career, etc. Our 6 years together, does it amount to anything? Does it mean much to any of us? Except sharing the playground, corridors, classrooms, it doesn't seem to add up to much, does it?
Gosh, hadn't seen Erica in at least 18 years
Acquaintances come in and out of your life. Sometimes I don't even remember the names of people I met last week. But these people, about 60 of them, names stick in the back of my mind for the last 20-odd years. Funny but I actually dream about them sometimes, playing in our playground... Moments in class, a certain teachers, "relationships", buddies, competitions... That's our childhood. Sacred, precious, and so innocent. Only happy memories, and nothing else. Our Age of Innocence.
Bye bye, part of my childhood
