Raining Transformers!

I watched Transformers yesterday! It was super COOL! My daughter jumped from her seat to give me a high five the first time one of them transformed! If you go for the storyline, plot, and whatever mumbo-jumbo artsy fartsy, better don't. Once they transformed, I was transformed to a 12-year old kid! My daughter and I swapped stories after that. We were like kids! Except that one had to drive the car back home whilst the other kept on talking.

The whole experience transported me back to the time when I watched Star Wars, Episode IV. It made me reminisced about light sabres we used to make with torch light and coloured plastic wrappers. How we would be swashbuckling with our light sabres from our double-decker beds. Yup, me and my elder brother. My parents wouldn't let us buy the "real" light sabres that kids at our age were playing with at that time. My parents would say, "Buat apa buang2 duit beli?" At that time, we thought they were just being parents, spoilers of fun. In actual fact, the money they had, which was not much, was used to buy food, clothings, our Hari Raya clothes, pay the school fees, etc. But still, without the real light sabres, my brother and I had fun like other kids, except that when we swashed, our sabres would buckle.

Then, there was Luke Skywalker. When we played with our light sabres, my brother and I would argue, and in the end, we took turns who would be the hero. Whoever was Luke of the day would have the blue coloured sabre, mark of a hero. Saviour of the galaxy. Even at that age, we've learned how to compromise. Maybe because there were only two of us and if we didn't compromise, then each of us would be playing alone. That wouldn't be very fun, would it?

When I was 12, there were a lot of fun things to do, without the use of TV, PS2, etc. With two sticks and a hole in the ground, us kids could play cakar ayam or was it sonkang sungkit? There are various names to this game, that I know. It is a game where we put one stick across the hole, and used another stick to flick the former as far as possible, without it being caught by your opponents. Then, your opponent would have to throw the stick back towards the hole. Marks would be counted as to the distance of the stick from the hole. Then, there was the TV series "Combat". We would be cutting and carving pieces of woods to make guns so that we could play combat. I remember that us kids would be running around like real soldiers in a combat, finding covers so that we can shoot our opponents without us being shot at. We used senduduk buds as our ammo.

Those were the time, eh? No worries in the world would stop us from playing games and having fun. Except of course, our parents. The "Fun Spoilers". After the movie, we went back. It was raining, more like a heavy drizzle. And I was still a 12-year-old kid. So, I asked my daughter whether she would like to join me for a bit of fun in the rain. She jumped out of the car and we started jumping in water puddles, dancing and looking up to the raining sky with our mouths open. It was fun! While it lasted. That was, when another "Fun Spoiler" came out from the house. My darling wife. And being the only adult, I got the worse end of the lecture.

It was fun, even for a little while...