…. took a plane ride
Was to Ipoh, on a Fokker Friendship plane.Â Last time, they gave you fans to fan yourselves on the plane.Â I took the ride on my own, right after my SRP (PMR exam). Â I was only 15 years old and dare to do it on my own.Â You see, my second sister got married in Ipoh and all my family members have gone down except my eldest brother because I was having exam.Â Right after exam, big brother took me to the Bayan Lepas airport and briefed me on how to fasten seat belt, which way to go and what to do when I reach Ipoh.Â WOW, clever or not?Â Daring or not?
……took a bus rideÂ
I was in Form Four, barely 16 years old.Â It was from Kluang, Johor all the way back to Penang.Â I had accompanied my eldest sister from Penang to Kluang to help her took care of her small kids on KTM train.Â So, I took the bus ride home alone.Â Remember that at that time, there were no PLUS highways, only crooked and narrow roads.Â It took something like 14 hours, if I remember correctly.
Now, come the chi-kek part…..
I didn’t know that buses can be freaking cold so I was only wearing a long sleeve shirt.Â The ride was at night and there was this moustache man sitting next to me. I was stick thin, nerdy and none of those ‘barely sixteen, barely legal’ stuffs, ok?Â Midnight, the bus was like a freezer and the kind man covered me with the blanket he was using.Â OMG, I was so scared, yet appreciative.Â So, I pretended to go to sleep and buat dunno at all. I dare not move nor go down to pee until I reached Ipoh.Â That time bueh tahan liao, so have to wake up.Â Anyway, it was morning already, so not sked kena molest.Â Since then, moustache men always get an extra glance from me.Â *sighs*
Now, as a parent, I don’t think I would dare to allow my 15 years old son to ride a plane on his own.Â I don’t think I will let my 16 years old son to ride on a long bus trip like I did.Â The world has since been so corrupted.