Through The Years
Some have changed, some have gone and some remain. All these have their moments.. I still can recall..
Wednesday, 13 August 2025
When Football Came Home
Mee Kuah, Green Bin And A Mother’s Love
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Image: National Archives Of Singapore |
In 1993, I was just a small boy starting life’s first chapter at PAP Community Foundation (Nee Soon East Branch; Blk 227 Yishun Street 21). It was here that I learned my ABCs and 123s, made my first friends, and began to see the world beyond the walls of home.
Some memories have faded, like the names of my classmates, but others remain crystal clear. I can still picture my mother walking me to school every morning, her gentle hand in mine. And when the day was over, she would be there at the void deck, waiting patiently, as though no other place in the world mattered more than being there for me.
Not every memory is warm and fuzzy. I remember the sting of childhood discipline - the time I was caught talking too much while the teacher was teaching. My punishment? My mouth taped shut and my small body made to stand in the big green rubbish bin outside the school. I also got into trouble once for wearing my treasured Captain Planet toy ring. Back then, even a plastic ring could be seen as a classroom offence.
But between those moments of mischief and learning, there was something sweeter - literally. Some afternoons, after school, my mother would take me to the coffee shop at Blk 291 Yishun Street 21 (just opposite Blk 227) for Mee Kuah. I can still smell the rich, spicy broth and see the noodles wrapped in Daun Upeh (areca palm leaf). That Mee Kuah was unlike anything I’ve tasted since. These days, I sometimes buy Mee Kuah at the Golden Mile Food Centre, but without the Daun Upeh, the flavour feels like only half a memory.
Looking back, those two years weren’t just about schoolwork. They were about the love of a mother who was always there, the flavours of a food long gone, and the lessons - both kind and strict - that shaped me. Childhood has a way of leaving its fingerprints on your soul, and for me, they smell faintly of Mee Kuah and the green paint of a rubbish bin in Yishun.