a part of me that died and i forgot

When I still lived in Pandan, my dad would bring me to the reservoir for a jog. Either that or we'd just sit down and I'd play with the rocks. My imagination was wild, some looked like dinosaurs and the sand was pretty to draw pictures in.

We moved away. I grew up. But from time to time I pass by the reservoir on my way to Jurong and I remember childhood. That, was innocence.

I miss the little tomboyish girl who ran, chasing imaginary kites. I miss the sound of the water crashing against the rocks and seeing dead fish, cringing my face, floating at the edges of the water. I remember the morning glories, shut, in the evening. I miss the breeze of the wind when we ran.

I wish I had more memories of her to keep. When the rest of the world spins too fast for me to be kept in reach.