塵封的記憶 Memories hidden in dusts..
這是老家的閣樓。
樓下是老爸以前的中藥行。這裡以前是存放貨物的地方。

這裡充滿了童年的回憶。


小時候,我經常和童年玩伴到這個樓來玩耍。 記得那時候的貨物很多,一堆一堆的。我們就各佔據點當“家”(以前都是這麽說的),然後開始在貨物堆中玩起來。

也有時候,老爸或老媽要找我們的時候,雖然沒幹什麽壞事,但是還是會覺得心虛,我們都會偷偷的跑到這裡來躲(,或者是感應到老媽要叫我去幹活)

This is the home's attic.
Downstairs is the father's chinese medicine store. This used to be for storage.

Here is full of childhood memories.


When I was a child, I often invite my childhood playmates to the floor to play. I remember that time there were still a lot of goods, piling everywhere.... or is it only because when I was small, everything seems big?!

We would each look for a comfortable spot and name it "our home", then start playing within the heap of goods.

Sometimes also, my father or mother would look for us (shouting can be heard from downstairs), though we were not doing not do things bad, but still feel guilty, we would secretly try our best to hide. Or may be sub-consciously I was trying to hide because I could sense that my has some houseworks or tasks for me to do then! :-)

anyway, just to share what I have been through during those days...

It is really good to be at the same space, alone, and very quiet...

I can almost hear my heartbeat... and I can hear the sound I made each step I take on the old wooden platform....

memories just flow through my mind....
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