I remember my childhood and how I would always play in the garden and it was like my haven and my childhood playground. It was there where I am just lost in my own world. My little secret. I would dress up and pretend that the garden is my fairytale world where i am the fairy princess and i am suppose to save my world from evil baddies. A place where i can just be myself and with my bamboo stick, it will be my sword and i am a warrior princess saving my world and everything i believe and hold dear to me. I would pretend my bicycle is my steady steed that rides me through all the storms and battles that i go through to save my kingdom from the evil socerer Arcara. Come to think of it, is that it was quite stupid. Wat would my neighbours think when they see me in the garden wrap in cloth and brandishing a stick at a tree. Why a tree? Cos a tree is bigger than me and i always think that evil baddies are suppose to be bigger than me and a bamboo stick is my magic wand and flaming sword that will eventually kill and defeat the evil baddy. I am embarassed now thinking about my neighbours secretly in the quiet of their house looking at the little drama before them and secretly laughing to themselves. Ahhh...how embarrassing!!!

It was a childhood of drama! Now i wish i could so easily brandish a bamboo stick at my demons just like how i brandish my bamboo stick at a tree. I must really say sorry to the tree i brandish my "sword" at. The innocent tree who is so defenceless. How can i kill God's creation? I love my Garden! I love my House!!! My Home!!!