I remember when the MTR opened for the first time, and I've still got the ticket.
I remember when Shatin was regarded as in the sticks, far away from civilization.
I remember the old guy pushing his steaming Chinese soup dessert in the night in Mongkok opposite where my nan lived.
I remember the kindergarten I went to in tst, the uniform and logo. Shame it's not there anymore.
I remember going to Cheung Chau and staying in one of the most villas, the ferry ride took forever.
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