When little I remember
I remember when I was as young as 3, I think, having a bath. In a small round galvanised metal tub, in the kitchen of a small single storey modest linkhouse. The kitchen was off a garage, facing a common narrow lane. It had also an internal courtyard for drying area, on the other side of the living room, where the toilet and bathroom were attached.
The lane was Jalan Triang, so it was called, in Transit Quarters, Kuantan, Pahang. At front, it had a small creek, not far away from the Living Room, where the doors were constantly closed, for our safety.
The Quarter is now a nonentity. It had been demolished, kaput.
Thats how much I remember of it and little me.