I've come up with a theory: You can never really get a grasp on how fast time flies, until you step into your old playground and face your memories. This used to be the playground I hung out with some my closest school friends whom I spent each and every day recessing with, the SB . The first time we went there was when we were 14 years old. It's been more than ten years since, and stepping into the playground, with the swings suddenly a lot lower than it used to be, the slides no longer high and daunting (in fact, it can no longer fit you!), you suddenly realize just how big you've grown and how time has flown.

There was a sense of bittersweet nostalgia when my friends and I approached the playground after the aqiqah of Izaida's beautiful baby Putri last raya in September 2010. Two in our circle of friends now have babies and another is pregnant. Sometimes I just can't get my head round to that fact! I know, I know but that's how I feel. There was a quiet agreement between all of us, as the memories came flooding back. It was our old stomping ground. The place where we played together, fooled around together, laughed together. And yes, took lots and lots of photos together (camwhores are made, not born). We even pretended to be Spice Girls at the playground. Haha.

There were a few kids playing around so happily there. Undeterred, we were determined to give that old swing another go. Except there were kids playing on the swing. So we waited on the see-saw opposite the swings. And waited. And waited. And eyeballed the kids until they kind of got the hint (hehe).