Living an Ordinary Life

I miss the days of old
Frolicking at the playground with the neighbours' kids
At 5.45pm every weekday and sometimes, even the weekends

I remember
Plopping down on the kid-sized plastic chair
Armed with my bar of Nestle chocolate
To catch cartoons at my grandparents' house

I reminisce on my after school visits to the old Marine Parade library
Hand in hand with my dad
Then lugging back bags of storybooks to fill my days

All these and more in my memory bank of 23 years
My recollections of the good times...

I know not what the future may bring
Yet I am content to live a life
Ordinary by the standards of others
But extraordinary to me