I wrote one of my more personal posts, about what it was like for me as a child in Primary School. To be honest it was one of those posts I felt a bit self conscious writing. A teeny bit exposed.
Just a slice of the Singapore childhood in the 70’s. Would love to hear about your own experiences too. Whether it was similar or vastly different.
It’s my fourth post on Guillaume’s White as Milk Project. Because I am not a parent, I decided to tap into my own childhood experiences instead. I truly hope you don’t find it too boring because it turned out to be a longer post than usual. It dawned on me how hard it was to stuff so many memories into one post and all those memories (good, bad and traumatic) came flooding back when I was writing.
Happy April Fool’s Day: Just wanted to add this to my post since it’s April 1st. No matter how strict our teachers were, we somehow always got away with playing April Fool’s Jokes on them (usually when we were a bit older – around 10 or 11). What we always did (not very imaginative) was to soak all the chalks in water, so that the teacher was unable to write on the board. She was probably just playing along but we always felt like she had been genuinely tricked. Yeah I still don’t know why we got away with it considering how strict they were about other minor discretions.