I love travelling and I love doing adventurous things. It has been in my blood since I was born. But I was never a naughty or troubled or misbehaved child. I was a good girl, really, I truly was! I couldn't believe I actually did turn bad... eventhough for just one day. The story goes something like this...
I met two new girlfriends as I set my foot into a school when I was just 8 years old. Let's just call them R1 and R2. No, I am not blaming them for anything, as I was part of this mischievous plan. A plan that I will tell you about later. So, as we were having lunch at the canteen, R1 and R2 asked if I had been to Kuala Lumpur. Told them, I had. They got really excited as I started to describe the city I had visited once upon a time ago. At the peak of the excitement, R1 came out with the most stupid idea - run away from home and go to KL! And that most stupid idea came to take place when both, R2 and I agreed to the plan. So, we started to discuss on how to get money to support our living there. Came another idea - steal our parents' money! Goodness, we got really excited that we almost got choked on our lunch. And stole our parents' money we did! (Kids, don't attempt this at home or anywhere. This is not something cool to follow).
So the plan went really well. When the day of 'independence' came, we managed to collect almost RM600. Imagine that! Three 8 year-old kids with RM600 - that's a whole lot of money! We thought we could buy a house!
Now how? We asked each other how the hell should we go there? R1, always the brilliant one among the trio, said there was no other way but we all had to jump onto her truck and go over to her place and hail a bus as soon as we got there. She added, it was easier to get a bus at her place, her parents would not be around during the day, rather than at the school and exposed ourselves to the teachers. We did as she told.
At this hour, my mom and dad started to get really worried and outraged. Dad was in a meeting when mom called and told him that I had gone missing. Dad packed up, left the meeting and immediately called the police.
Fast forward, we somehow managed to get to R1's home. I was playing with R1 and R2 at a playground near R1's house while waiting for a bus to come and pick us up. While waiting and playing, we were also busy contemplating on how to survive living without parents. So lost in our thoughts we were, we vaguely hear an ice-cream man yelling out "Ice Cream!! Ice Cream!!" until he came closer to us and pulled over by the roadside. Leaving our thoughts behind, we went over to him and bought some.
We were about to walk back to the playground when I saw a familiar car slowly passing us by and I heard somebody sternly call my name. I turned around and oh no, it's - DAD! And MOM too! And a patrol car tailing at the back. Oh noooooooooooo...............
And no need for you to guess. A number of whacks landed on my back ended the unsuccessful escapade. So much for an 8-year old wanting to see KL and could just do it by herself, eh?
So the plan went really well. When the day of 'independence' came, we managed to collect almost RM600. Imagine that! Three 8 year-old kids with RM600 - that's a whole lot of money! We thought we could buy a house!
Now how? We asked each other how the hell should we go there? R1, always the brilliant one among the trio, said there was no other way but we all had to jump onto her truck and go over to her place and hail a bus as soon as we got there. She added, it was easier to get a bus at her place, her parents would not be around during the day, rather than at the school and exposed ourselves to the teachers. We did as she told.
At this hour, my mom and dad started to get really worried and outraged. Dad was in a meeting when mom called and told him that I had gone missing. Dad packed up, left the meeting and immediately called the police.
Fast forward, we somehow managed to get to R1's home. I was playing with R1 and R2 at a playground near R1's house while waiting for a bus to come and pick us up. While waiting and playing, we were also busy contemplating on how to survive living without parents. So lost in our thoughts we were, we vaguely hear an ice-cream man yelling out "Ice Cream!! Ice Cream!!" until he came closer to us and pulled over by the roadside. Leaving our thoughts behind, we went over to him and bought some.
We were about to walk back to the playground when I saw a familiar car slowly passing us by and I heard somebody sternly call my name. I turned around and oh no, it's - DAD! And MOM too! And a patrol car tailing at the back. Oh noooooooooooo...............
And no need for you to guess. A number of whacks landed on my back ended the unsuccessful escapade. So much for an 8-year old wanting to see KL and could just do it by herself, eh?
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