School years - Primary school days.

It was january of 1966. I woke up early that morning, at 6.00 am. It was my first day of school. I could not sleep the night before thinking of meeting new friends and teachers. I've never been to a school . I was placed in class 1A. My teacher was cikgu Tajuddin better known as cikgu Ta. A kind man of about thirty seven. He taught us all the subjects except English and Pendidikan Islam. I sat beside a beautiful girl known as Zalizah daughter of a retired sholdier who used to serve in Singapore and had just moved back to Raban to live. so she had interesting stories to tell. There was also Harisun who was friendly enough for me to follow her home . My house is  only about 250 metres from school. to reach Harisun's house we had to walk for about 2 kilometres. It was worth it because once we got to her house we were met with a beautiful scenery of a small stream. The water was cold and clear. We waded in the stream to catch fishes. At about three I started to walk home and only reached home an hour later. I saw my mum looking worried talking to my uncle on the verandah of our house. It seemed that she had gone around the village lookingfor me when I failed to  return home by two. from that day onward I never go any where without telling my mother