Moments in My Life

My son refers himself as “Mehnon”.  I always tell him, “Your name is Brandon. OK, say Bran-don.”  He says, “Mehnon.”  Sometimes, “Mehno.”  Well, close enough rite?  While saying “Mehnon”, he pats himself on his chest with his two hands.  Another proud moment as mama.

I have so many long long time ago stories to share.  But mainly is for my own to remember what had happened once when I was young.

I remember we (my family and relatives) used to go down to KL from Penang once a year when I was young, even before there was the North South Expressway.  The vacation was always during our long school holiday at the end of the year.  It was fun riding in a car packed with 9 people.  My dad, my mom with my baby sister in the front.  My aunt with her daughter (my age) on her lap, my cousin sister with her daugther (a year older than my sis) on her lap and me.  Sometimes another cousin or aunty or uncle (I don’t exactly remember who) might tag along with us and that made 9 people in the car.  We rode in a small 2-doors yellow 1981 Toyota Corolla, my dad’s first car.  Today, probably the exact same car can only fit 5, 2 in front and 3 at the back max!