Townley Garden is a square – shaped residential area: it is just simple as four rows of houses forming a square and a bunch of houses in the middle. The only entrance was on our house’s row; ours was, if not mistaken, the seventh from the main road.
Then, there was this habit of exploring the whole residential area. Maryam, Ilyas and I would embark our ‘journey’ from the almost – flat hill in front of the house. Done with all the climbing, we reach the back alleys of our neighborhoods. There was this particular house where a dog would always bark loud whenever we pass by. It has been an intimidating ‘obstacle’ for us to continue the walk. So, what we siblings did was we dash to the other end. It was no piece of a cake since Maryam and Ilyas were always too afraid to carry on. But then, there was always me to buck them up.
At the end of the street, there was a bend to the right, and at the end of the road was an abandoned garage. An old red car laid there still. Surrounding it was plenty of small, tiny and colorful stuffs. They are kinda small toys jakun kids like us love to play with. So, we picked the assorts up, stroll down the road, make our way back to the daunting back alley and speed off through the fast barks to the hill and toddle back home. There was another similar garage at the end of our house’s row, but there wasn’t much to be picked up. Back home, we have fun with those stuffs; from sorting them and building them up to scattering everywhere. Umi might have been fed up with us. Well, we never had plenty of toys (except for the yellow slide and mundane computer games), so we have to search for them!
Then, there was this habit of exploring the whole residential area. Maryam, Ilyas and I would embark our ‘journey’ from the almost – flat hill in front of the house. Done with all the climbing, we reach the back alleys of our neighborhoods. There was this particular house where a dog would always bark loud whenever we pass by. It has been an intimidating ‘obstacle’ for us to continue the walk. So, what we siblings did was we dash to the other end. It was no piece of a cake since Maryam and Ilyas were always too afraid to carry on. But then, there was always me to buck them up.
At the end of the street, there was a bend to the right, and at the end of the road was an abandoned garage. An old red car laid there still. Surrounding it was plenty of small, tiny and colorful stuffs. They are kinda small toys jakun kids like us love to play with. So, we picked the assorts up, stroll down the road, make our way back to the daunting back alley and speed off through the fast barks to the hill and toddle back home. There was another similar garage at the end of our house’s row, but there wasn’t much to be picked up. Back home, we have fun with those stuffs; from sorting them and building them up to scattering everywhere. Umi might have been fed up with us. Well, we never had plenty of toys (except for the yellow slide and mundane computer games), so we have to search for them!
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