[My Childhood Memories] I have a strong impression of my life between the age of 4 to 5. Just to name a few, I remembered the first day in kindergarten, the day I am trapped inside a lift, the night I am trapped on a sky-wheel, and the time I am caught between the bus door. The picture was blurred but the feeling was real. So anything joyful worth mentioning, I asked myself. It had to be the days my grandfather played with me onboard one of his boat. Alas, he had passed away long before I knew what sensible was all about. He just could not woke up from his sleep one morning. I am in particular most afraid of losing this bit of memory. And even if I do one day, I would want assurance that I knew it happened. This lead to the foundation of this page. When the time is ripe, I would sort out my memory bank and filled in the slots. [It All Began With A Quiet Baby] I learnt from my mother that I hardly cried or make any sound when I am a baby. My grandmother thought that I am a mute and sent me for medical checkout again and again even though the doctor assured her that I am fine. As this issue had been brought up every now and then, it was no secret to those who knew me and my family.

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