Graham Greene's short story The Innocent is interesting enough to recall my childhood.
When I typed in the wording of "Po Chark" in Yahoo Hong Kong, the following website prompted out.
http://www.kcrestate.net/main.htm
Skimming the website, tears were difficult to be held.
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Some years ago, while J and I have exhausted all accessible shopping malls, we went to Yau Tong for a causal walk. Yau Tong, a place which my initial memory was formed and where I lived till seven, has been turned up-side-down. To me, all the old stuff vanished.
Similar to the usual poor, we lived in the illegally built house, situated in the midslope of "Devil Hill". I could still remember the long trip home. Two hundreds steps uphill, maybe. Along the path, the garment factory where mother worked for was located on the bottom. Walked across a bridge, there was a field of vegetables, and the landlord also cultivated rabbits. The smell of soil and animals is still real. Near home, we could see a lot of purple "trumpet" flowers.
I shared most of my time with my elder cousin. Though he diminished for over 10 years, we were then very close. We played hide and seek, my leg was once ripped open by a piece of metal sheet, and a 6-stitch scar was the end product. We went to picked "flower seeds", which were never tasty. We stole porno from my father and got the first thrill at the age of six. The images are still lively as live.
My kindergarten was called Kong Kong. It was quite far away from home. Though the impression was blurry, I particularly remembered a classmate, dark and fat, with surname Law. Then I moved to Po Chark for primary schooling. Po Chark was nearer to home. At the time being, we were obsessed with hourglass. With different color of sand, and different size of containers, my cousin and I gave away quite a few amount of money to the hawker.
Hong Kong was yet to be a hack of skyscrapers.