Missing BearHill

Missing the BearHill of yesteryears! Or specifically of my yester years!

Explorations on bicycles and hanging out in the playground, those were the highlights of my every day then! When popcorn aunty started her weekly business at our still ongoing Wednesday pasar malam, I was a regular customer! Snacking on popcorn packs while on the swing in the playground, chatting and gossiping, or simply just enjoy the evening. I had friends then.

I have to report though, the popcorn quality remains, and the price is still the same after all these years. And I think aunty also didn't change much, same size, same expression, same modus operandi!

brb.. jusco trip beckoning! :D

Oh, sorry about the interruption. I am now back to continue.

Talking about aunty the popcorn seller. One thing for sure is that her lines are getting longer and longer. It's quite impossible to see her taking a break from churning out batches and batches of popcorn from her same old trusty popcorn machine. So nowadays, it's only on the rare occasions of seeing only a few people in front of her stall that I would place my order. Else, I can just forget it!

I missed going rounds, I missed watching kids bringing their dogs out for walks, I missed hanging around at a friend's place, I missed seeing the faces that I used to see then! I guess, like me, they left their nests years ago, hence the missing faces. However, unlike me, they have built their own nests somewhere else, concrete, stable and filled with love.

Anyhow, I can only accept the changes that is now. The past came then to present memories to me and now have to take leave, as in the cycle of life. For without the past leaving, we will never get the future to be the present. My BearHill of yesteryears can only be cherished!