I think you are much younger than me... so may not have
witnessed.. err...
well.. why I remember that Pong Pong tree so well is because I used
to climb it. Really often. Especially when it is time to go home
for dinner (I'm supposed to be home by 5 pm)) my poor grandma will
be asking around the neighbourhood whether they've seen me, and
I'll be up the tree screaming and crying and saying I don't want to
go home.
She would cajole and threaten - which will be followed by me
bargaining that if she doesn't tell my dad that I didnt go back on
time and that I've been naughty, then I will come down. (sneaky
fella I am)
Of course this would be witnessed by the entire community all
trying to get me down the tree... which made me pretty.. uhh..
infamous.
Horribly naughty girl lah. me.
I only stopped climbing when once I went up, and the fork of the
branches where I used to sit on had a DEAD bird in it, my hand sort
of squashed that bird... it was yucky 