I remember our school days where we wore light brown shoe polish as make-up.
I remember those days where we used to walk a million miles just to get bread.
I remember those days when I was wearing a size 28 skirt at school, showing my little fresh legs I used to have.
I remember back in the days where there were 12 of us in a one-roomed house that had only one pot which my mother used to cook rice, curries, and do washing in.
I remember when I was young and used to put a stone under my tongue, believing that when I did wrong it would make my parents forget.
I remember on Christmas, the elderly told us that Santa was coming, and we would dress well the morning in the hopes that he was coming with gifts.