My kindergarten years. My parents both worked and I went to my babysitter's house. Coincidentally, my babysitter were neighbors with my cousin's babysitters. Can you imagine how much fun the 3 of us had? My cousins and I played after school all the time. There was a traditional "wet market" next to a hilly slope. The store nearest to the slope sold Chinese incense that apparently warded away ghosts. I remember stealing cardboxes from the store to ride down the hill. There was a bird that always went cukoo cukoo at noon. We spent the whole afternoon playing and after that our babysitters will buy as fresh slices of honeydew on our way home. The markets was always bustling, dirty, and full of distinct smells and fresh food like fishes, herbs & spices and durian. Eventually, the market became a relic of the past and was tore down - replaced by modern supermarkets with air conditioning, but none of the distinct flavour or history that a wet market had. Then I went to elementary school, and that was when my troubles began. How I wish I could freeze my time in Kindergarten forever...no troubles, just carefree