“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.” -Elizabeth Lawrence
The very land I first stepped on after leaving home, was on the island that I grew up, Borneo. Not exactly my hometown, but Brunei does represent the very essence of my childhood. The ruggedness of the island, where I roamed among the trees and forest, literally. *Stop* (If you imagining me hanging on the tree like Tarzan, stop it right now. It’s just a very underdeveloped island, that’s all. There’re still cars and towns and modern infrastructures.) It just is a lot greener than most parts of the world, and I did grow up with the forest at the back and the stream beside of my old house.
But that’s childhood, no? Idyllic and pinky, to most people, where things always seemed so much brighter and that’s the time you always dream of the impossible. Thus, this bougainvillea that I’ve picked off the street in Bandar Seri Begawan, just like the many bougainvilleas (or paper flower as I used to call it back in the days) that my mum used to cultivate. Those days, I’ve always thought that ‘paper flower’ is where paper come from, and used to try to write on the petals. Hehe, this flower reminds me exactly just that, those days, those rosier days, those dreamy days, like one of those Disney movies.
Well, next stop, Miss Hoggy will write all about her next trip which would be in the islands of the Philippines.
I just need to say goodbye to Childhood.