I was born at the Old KK hospital and my family lived at the far end of the kampong situated at Chai Chee. As we lived quite near to the pig slaughter house, every morning I would be able to hear the screaming of pigs which would be taken to the slaughter house to be slaughtered. The screams were really scary but they also felt real sad. There was a sour sop fruit tree that grew next to our attap house. It was really tall and was around 2 to 3 storey high. Whenever the fruit of the soursop tree was ripe enough to be consumed, the fruit would drop onto the ground. When my siblings and I head the sound, we would run to go in search for the ripe fruits before bring it to our neighbor's home and getting the granny whom resided in that particular home to turn it into drinkable soursop drinks. We would share the delicious concoction among ourselves which comprises of cousins as well as children of the village. There would be laughter every where while the drinks are being shared. Those were the most precious moments that we no longer have the chance to experience anymore. Interviewed by Nur Maslina from Punggol Green Primary School as part of "Awesome Memories of Yesteryear" Initiative