Down Memory Lane

We drove down to Melaka yesterday. This is the small town in which I was born to. Driving past the street that eventually leads to my mother's house, I noticed that everything remains as it had 25 years ago, when I was a mere child. The 'chai tau kway' seller is still there in the exact same spot. The chinese medicine shop is where it is looking the worse for wear. Seems like time had stood still while I was growing up. In times like these, I wonder if I walked over to my once best friend's house... will she still be there?
Flashes of images pass through my mind as I drive down this road where I grew up. Those days when we walked behind our house to get to the beach to poke at the holes in the sand created by tiny crabs. Cycling with my younger brother sitting behind me and going too fast and making him fall and scrape his knees. And getting punished for it! haha! Walking everywhere! Riding in trishaws because we didn't own cars then. Those were the good old days.
Anyways, I won't be able to post any pictures these few days because someone forgot to bring the memory card reader.