My mother stowed away a treasure trove of old photographs documenting not just my childhood through the 90's, but also moments from my parents' youth, captured in film. Here are some of my cherished memories.
Before I talk about my childhood, I should first describe the backdrop of which it took place. I was born and raised in Malaysia, a melting pot of different cultures. Growing up, I was put in the best position to soak up all these different cultures; that is because I am of mixed heritage – my mother is Malaysian-Chinese while my father is Malaysian-Indian.
Both my parents had humble beginnings – they grew up poor, and faced many trials and tribulations. As a result, my parents never over-indulged us children (myself, my older brother and my older sister). We were never spoiled. We always had what we needed, and perhaps a little more, but we never lived excessively. It was certainly never the fast-paced, technology-filled world that we live in today. When I compare the children of today’s generation, with their iPads and numerous other gadgets to keep them occupied, I almost feel sorry for them; they will never know how much fun it can be beyond those little screens.
Instead, my childhood was one full of simple pleasures – endless family outings, simple birthdays at home, holidays at the end of the year (it’s always summer in Malaysia!) and many more. Here are some of the pictures my father took with his very own analogue camera (unfortunately, none of us can remember the camera he used, although I think at one point, it was an Olympus SLR film camera):
Growing up, we often went swimming (we were all extremely tanned as children) – at the beach, at the local club or at resorts:
Also, our birthdays were always celebrated around our family table – we hardly ever threw birthday parties:
The way I grew up certainly makes me appreciate the simpler things in life, and for that, I am ever thankful to my parents. My childhood was full of joy and fun moments.
Before I end this post though, I would like to share some of the photos from my parents’ life (some of which I cannot resist uploading here!):
And a last one, as a bonus; my dad (in his 20s, I think) rocking a mustache and getting his Bruce Lee on!
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