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At “our Padang”,aka field. I
remember the first time a helicopter landed near our house. We saw many army
trucks and soldiers in the Padang when we were coming home from school, so we
suspected something important was happening. It was one afternoon when Mother
was tutoring us Chinese with her cane in her hand as usual; Charles and I were
not paying attention.
An army helicopter decorated in camouflage colours was
hovering just above our house very low in the sky. We all ran to see to the
Padang as fast as we could, totally ignoring Mother. As it landed, the draft
was so strong that it messed up our hair and fluttered our skirts. We did not care and our
patience and determination paid off. Out came handsome soldiers, it was so big,
out of its belly came so many soldiers; we were amazed because, it looked so
small in the sky. We were the few kids in Sibu, who saw a helicopter close up.
I looked at the corner of the Padang, there was Mother, she was just as curious
as us. 
