We used to run around in “lombong” (disused mining pond) when we were young and occasionally get wet sneaking a swim. The ending to this type of indiscretion was always a whacking from my father as lombong in those days was a dangerous place for kids. The seemingly serene water had claimed many victims but the allure of forbidden fruit was always irresistable, especially to kids with afternoons to kill. Nowadays, kids can get “wet” in the comfort of air-con mall and in the safety of a “dry” fountain under the watchful eyes of their dotting parents.
“Will you play with me?”