I was admitted to SGH being treatment on my neck bone. It need to be adjusted and took a month. My life there was fun as I was treated pleasantly by all the nurses (I was 7 yrs then). Visitors who come and go would think I am a Chinese. They even talk to me in Chinese and that happens till now. One thing for sure is that, whenever my uncle visited me, he must bring a prawn cracker, otherwise, I would turn my head away from him and will never talk. That goes daily. Prawn crackers everyday. Today, those tall pillars (British architectural structure) in salt reminds me of my childhood stay in that hospital. (Memory collected at the Toa Payoh Public Library during "The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home" campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)