Accommodating the kids

Another little known fact in current friend circles: Sam and I, each had our set of plastic (and other material) toys (teddy bear kinds) with which we've spent loads of time playing around. I had my set of non-living friends, and Sam had his. We treated them like people within our own imaginary games. Although Mum seldom joined us in the fun, her full support was with us at all times. She helped us sew tiny pillows and other things for these inanimate people that we kids loved. We eventually grew out of those toys, but I'll fondly remember Mum being the epitome of encouragement and help for our little selves' imaginary world. Thanks, Mum.

A Playing Dad

My Dad went to Holland in 1992, on a work-related trip. He brought back these sponge-like, yellow-coloured balls. They provided endless entertainment to my bro and me. The thing I'll always remember, though, is our dad sitting with us down on the floor in the living room of our house (in Erren Street, Purasawalkam) and playing a simple game of along-the-ground tennis. We've whiled away hours and hours over weekends and holidays. A busy dad, spending loads of time with his kids, in a house without an inch of outdoor space - I couldn't have asked for more. Thanks, Dad.