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miss_eos

miss_eos

Viet Nam

September 22, 2010

I have wondered how the place I was born has turned out to be. ..

Unlike most Vietnamese kids, I was born in Hong Kong. To be more precise, my parents used to be refugees immigrating illegally to Hong Kong. When I was four we returned to Vietnam and have settled here ever since.

Such a long time has elapsed and along with it, all my memories of this place have faded away but some vague images still pop up in my head here and again. Whenever I look back on those pictures taken approximately 20 years ago, I just can’t help recalling this small part of my childhood.

I still remember the big house called refugee camp where, as far as I can tell, more than thirty households lived together. Though it wasn’t as comfortable as a present normal student dormitory, it came as even more of a wonderful place for us kids. We were playing around all the time until it was time for meals or our parents forced us to sleep. From time to time, we did fight over trivial things, which often resulted in someone crying, and as things got worse, a childlike war between parents of two involved families.  However, all problems would be settled very quickly and a few hours later, the kids started other games as if nothing had ever happened.

What was the most ingrained in my mind was definitely the big yard which was about a 2 minute walk from the camp.  While other children of my age daren’t go to the yard on their own without parents’ accompany, I always walked there by myself as I was in the least afraid of strange people. Sometimes, my father took me there and had me look out for his slippers when he was engaged in football matches. It’s so ridiculous that back then I would mistake his games for men’s fighting and was so scared. To stir my thoughts from what I was watching, I used to raise questions about this seemingly limitless yard on my own. In fact, the yard was most of a mystery for me as I couldn’t answer what it would hold at the other end. As for a child of three years old, it was so wide that pooling all of her courage could not be enough to urge her to stick to the adventure. Once in a while I tried to overcome all the fears hampering my steps to go the distance but I still failed at the thought that I might be lost and never heard from.  Accordingly, the yard has been and forever will be a mystery to me.

Today I searched Google Earth and I can see with my eyes what the area I once was born looks like. The name Shatin is still around but the scenery must have changed a great deal. I could also see Prince of Wales hospital where my mother gave birth to both my younger sister and me. Suddenly, new questions puzzle me whether there is anything left untouched as it used to be or what it may have become after so many years. If only I can have a chance to go back to that place again to answer all my questions.

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10:37 AM Oct 11 2010

baiyouyuan

baiyouyuan
China

The hometown is always the place where my heart belongs to. Your essay reminds me of my own hometown, which is my paradise. Nice work!

09:42 AM Sep 27 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

Thank u so much. I still need to learn a lot.:)

07:17 AM Sep 27 2010

tiffintime

tiffintime
Sri Lanka

Interesting and good writing.

If I may comment, instead of "which was about 2 minutes walking from the camp", it may be better to say "which was about a 2 minute walk from the camp".  

11:18 AM Sep 24 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

Literally, I find what happened so interesting and love it. Anyway, thanks a lot for ur encouragement.

05:08 AM Sep 24 2010

andee1

andee1
China

too long article, saw it finally. i had known your childhood unfortunate but very happy. i hope you wiil be getting better, go on working hard.