Looking Back

Looking Back

Childhood memories are like old photographs resting quietly in between the yellowed pages of a photo album; stashed away somewhere in the deep corners of forgetfulness and hidden from sight by our blind yearning for newer and happier memories. And then suddenly, they are awaken from their sleep; projecting themselves onto the canvas of our conscious minds like a repeated screening of an old movie.

Such memories can tease the tears out of our eyes - sometimes tears of joy and at other times, tears of sorrow. And as the memoriam of our childhood play on in our minds, we are cradled in warm embrace and nostalgic ambience.

As I sit under the gazebo, looking at the cluster of giant palms on the slopes of Penang Botanic Gardens, I remember the old family photographs which were taken in front of these majestic trees. It was a family outing with my parents and siblings, and we were all dressed up for the occasion. At that time, colour photography was just beginning to become a rage.

The photographs are still around, though the colours have faded slightly. But the palm trees remain alive, strong and healthy, just like the memories of that day which stay fresh in my mind.