Early 90s. I remembered accompanying my mother to the market every Sunday morning. It wasn't all air-conditioned and organised but I had fond memories of it because I enjoyed seeing how my mum goes from stall to stall haggling the price of fishes that she's buying and talking to the stall owners as though all of them are her friends! I also remembered the live chickens still in the cages! (Memory collected at the Pasir Ris Public Library during 'The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home' campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)