Unfortunately, the taxi driver could not find the spot. "Didn't it used to be off Sixth Avenue?" asked grandmother F. apologetically. "I think we just passed that." So grandfather Tamtam, who has a built in gps-system which works across the whole time-space continuum, guided the poor taxi driver back to the right cul-de-sac.
This is where four-year-old me told my surprised father, when he returned home from work to find me walking purposefully down the road, that "I was going travelling". I had a cardboard suitcase with cookies in it. In my mind the street had been wide, with tall grass waving slowly in the afternoon breeze. Sort of like a tarmacked road in the middle of an African savannah.
It turns out the reality is quite different.
In fairness, the lack of streaming light might have something to do with new houses built. When we lived there, it was in a white bungalow surrounded by a large garden. But as you can see, in that formerly wide open space now stands an imposing three storey house with a little clock tower blocking the sun from its smidgen of garden.
Next to our house the jungle started. I was never ever allowed to walk down that way, because It Was Dangerous. I remember my father once stepping out of the jungle in the dark. It made him seem like superman.
Unfortunately, this also did not live up to my expectations. Even though there are still snakes (large ones) living there - as there are in most overgrown areas in Singapore. Those snakes snuck into our house a couple of times and scared the living daylights out of our helper (I was calmly sitting at the dining room table drawing, making sure my feet didn't touch the floor and feeling supremely safe on account of having short legs and therefore being out of danger). But no more! Even though we get ants and pigeons in our apartment on the 23rd floor, I am very happy to report that snakes appear to be landlocked.
In short: this trip did not trigger a single memory. In fact, I still retain all my original memories since my brain has not accepted the reality (and really, why should it? What good could it possibly do to exchange those halcyon days for some humdrum grown up existence?).
But I did take a picture with E. Here's us, repeating history, at Cassia Drive no. 40.