Ipoh my home

 

I was walking in my hometown church area and I saw this.

Firstly, I am surprised that this is still here even after so many years. Seeing this brings back lots of childhood memories when the little boy Tim was running around here freely with fellow kids and let our imagination run wild (when we play game of tag). Probably everyone at my age can relate to this.

Each time that I go back to Ipoh, I always reflect about my life and my journey. How some things has changed, how some things remain the same. How everything has shaped us to be where we are today.

As life goes on, we can only try to bottle up these feelings and be grateful for what life have given while be hopeful for coming days.

How time flies. But Ipoh is always home. Food satisfies physically and emotionally too.