1980s. I studied at Kong Hwa School. I remember that I used to stay late in school till 7pm, just to play table-tennis with classmates. By then, the security guard would have already locked the main gate, but this didn't deter us, what did we do then? Climbed over the main gate, often getting my school uniform torn a big hole. And of course, you could imagine what happened later at home. (Memory collected at the Bukit Batok Public Library during "The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home" campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)