N Monday, December 7, 2009
last night's party was a.w.e.s.o.m.e.
spent a lot of time with my cousins, and after everyone else left, except for both our families, we performed for our grandparents and parents (music) together - reminiscent of that christmas where all the grandchildren took out their violins to play christmas songs.
and following that was the time where we relived our childhood experiences.
climbed over the famous porch wall, jumped down to the opposite side where the garden is, played with sparklers. just about polluted the entire street with smoke from our sparklers.
nostalgia: sat on the swing in the centre of the grass patch, where we used to sit so often - more than 7 years ago. four of us girls, now grown up, tried to squeeze into the small swing like we did before, though it was rather uncomfortable, we managed to do so. the boys, trying to run back to home base before getting caught.
tried hanging from those metal bars at the top of the swing, where we used to compete against each other, seeing who could hang there the longest. remember the times when we used to be so small we had to get onto the swing before we could reach the bars - and now, we can just stand up and stretch up our hands, and we'd be able to reach above the bars.
played those classic just-for-kids games: freeze and melt, forty forty home, and a hybrid of freeze and melt and forty forty home. oh, not to mention marco polo. yes, we ran in pumps.
talked about those times more than 6 years ago when we used to play blindman's buff in the room upstairs, climbing up and down the beds to escape from the blindman. and also the times we used to steal forbidden chicken stock from the kitchen and pretend it was angel's food. jumping up and down on the beds. the times we played hide and seek around the house, and how the grownups would be so amused.
things have changed a little: the b-flat on the piano is unrecognisable as a b-flat, the swing is older than it used to be, we have outgrown spoiling beds by jumping on them, we no longer steal chicken stock from the kitchen and use it as part of our game.
but some things haven't: like the fun times we share(d), the memories we have and significance of simple games -which may seem a little too childish for us to be playing but who cares?
the sparklers, forty forty home and freeze and melt, seemed to transport us back 6 or 7 years ago. and it seems like we were doing just that not so long ago.
ah, we miss those times. maybe we could do this again in another 10 years (:
(today: didnt get to see becky ): only got stewart's sms after i left school. i guess i'll have to wait for the next extended family reunion?)
` love, 11:26 PM
