Of All The Places...
Part 3 - Vivid House
It was like my playground. My little jungle house. I was free as a butterfly and a monkey. There were fishes that jumped out of the bowl every once in a while. I would jump from one to another across the wooden desks that were lined up against a wall. The house was like a long tunnel, where sunlight was shining in from both sides. I could hear birds flying and stopping by at the terrace and children's giggles from the swimming pool on the other side. There were geckos, cockroaches, and ants, all inside the house. I remember taking a mop to smash a gecko into pieces, when I spot it in the corner of my room, not realizing its innocence. When it was brutally smashed without mercy, I could then see its last effort to survive when the remaining piece of tail continued to flicker. It was weird, but I did not feel any guilt back then.