It’s me again. I write this story.
It’s originally written for my self, in order to remind the-elder-me of how I walked
through the life I had.
Introduction
I was born in Borneo, Indonesia.
The seventeenth of October, nineteen ninety three. I am the first son and the
last offspring in my family. My father is an architect and a construction project
creator. My mother is a housewife. We moved several times, from one city to
another city. This is why I never had a very-very best friend indeed, for so
long.
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| I was in the golfyard. Very cute, haha |
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| I always do some pose to be photographed, hehe |
I also loved collecting animation
figures and movie merchandise. We usually get these toys from fast-food “happy
meal” package. Since I am the one and only child, I was always protected from
the outside world. I didn’t spend much times outside the house, since I lived
in a quite-not-so-good neighborhood in Surabaya. I was protected from vandalism,
and I’m so thankful for that.
Kindergarten
My mother always took me to the
kindergarten every morning and picked me up in the afternoon. One thing I
remembered was, my kindergarten friends were really nice and kind. We enjoyed
the playful condition. I made good friends here, and I still remember their
cute faces. They are Rendi, Nurul, Mega, and some others. We enjoyed our
Kartini celebration, we joined some fashion show competition, and we travelled
to Songgoriti, Malang.
Nevertheless, my family moved from
Surabaya to Sidoarjo not so long after I enjoyed my early kindergarten era.
Unfortunately, I don’t know their full name. I never contacted them anymore
ever since I moved. I wish I can meet them again and I really want to express
my gratitude for the lovely childhood we had.
My family moved to a better neighborhood
in Sidoarjo where I can play outside in a safe condition. We moved to Puri
Surya Jaya (PSJ), specifically in Paris Garden. Yes, this housing is really
great since they have many blocks with specified theme of the architecture. My
family picked the Parisian theme. I really love the atmosphere here. We lived
here for 8 years after.
This chapter will tell about how I continued my half-end kindergarten in Sidoarjo. From my opinion (at that time), this kindergarten is more down-to-earth and less sophisticated than my previous kindergarten. Unfortunately, as a new student, I didn’t really get along together with my new friends. I remember how had I tried to mingle, but it was difficult. These children were a little bit naughty (for my standards), who bullied me sometimes and teased me a lot. I was sad. However, there was always a good friend appearing from the moment. He was Niko Kurniawan Pratama. He was a good friend of mine.
- to be continued, soon -
