Kids and childhood shenanigans.
In 1960s, we moved to the Government Quarters at Padang Road near to the Sibu Prison.
We were a bunch of boys and girls. There was a Indian Temple, and had an eerie feeling. It was little, and there were no windows except sticks at the top of the wall. We climbed up to look at the figurines. The girls supported by the boys standing on their shoulders. Outside there was a murky uncovered well. The silliness in us spread rumours that someone had drowned there. Worse still, it was haunted and bidding us to look down and fall into the well. Childishness made us scared, yet not scared enough to climb up their tall spiky calamansi/lime fruits and their gardenia flowers. As we approach home, we threw away the flowers fearing mum might tell us off for going to the forbidden place.
I went back in 2013, my reporter took me there. The old temple was gone. In it's place was this school lookalike building.
Next to it used to be the Girl guide hut which I didn't see.
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