Me as a Child (1)

It's to hard for remembering the past. Especially, remembering what to be done when you were very younger as good as a child. But, trying this, it's look like a compensation for the lost glorious moments. I just hope when I would be to writing it, I could be to remembering.

In the beginning, I was born in Jakarta in November 20, 1977. In the city which many peoples in Indonesia have a hope to get theirs dream come true. Although like that, Jakarta in the eighties is fully different with Jakarta today. Jakarta was not comfortable again for many people, including me. The flood which was coming up for every year, criminality which was given a terror for everyone, and the difficulties to completing their needs for one day, it's a particular factors which horrifying many peoples in Jakarta.

At the mid of eighties, the traffic jams is no longer instead of the null. It's only fifteen minutes to reach Blok M from Senayan. Or, one or two hour to reach Ancol beach when I going to there with my families in Sunday. Beside that, I can go to my school without difficulties. I'm walking every morning through the House of Representatives of the Republic of Indonesia or the MPR/DPR House to go to Pejompongan V, a State Elementary School in Bendungan Hilir. Yes, it's very beautiful day. The fresh air and peacefully situation in the MPR/DPR House in that days make me feel better.

In the afternoon, I playing with many friends. Touring around the MPR/DPR House with a bike or search a little fishes or a little shrimps in the drain area. Sometime, I was going to Palmerah to make a little sword from a nail. The method is simple. I was put a nail in the railway. Wait for minutes until the train across that nail and "horee...", a litte sword was produced.

When the Kuweni (Mangifera) tree in the MPR/DPR House was produced their fruits, I and my cousin was aware and moving fast together to get that fruits. It's my little naughty. Hehe... But this not over there. We (Oki, Michael, Rila, Udi, and my little brother, Ari) make a security of the DPR/MPR House angry. Ya, we swim together in the pool in the front of the DPR/MPR House to catch a little Mujair (Oreochromis Mossambicus), go up to the top floor to flying my layang-layang (a kite), or climb the Jambu Biji (Psidium Guajava) tree in the football field.

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