1980s - 1990s. I used to stay in HDB 3 room flat in those days. We had such a wonderful neighbour of multi races. Normally, when my parents was out they would left me at my neighbour house for a while. I really enjoyed the time I spent with my neighbour who were about the same age as me. I still can remembered, during my Indian neighbour fed her children, she would fed me too and when I coughed, she would used her palm and knocked on the head liked what she does to her own children. During every festival, we would go to each other house and especially during Hari Raya. they would come to my house and helped us to cook and do 'ketupat'. These had left me with a great memories of my neighbour. (Memory collected at the Sembawang Public Library during "The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home" campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)