A Little Spark

As a young boy, I used to dream of having my own tree house as my play pen. I would then build my own windmill some distance away from my tree house when I grow up. The next addition would be a little hydro-powered generator at a little dam I will install across the river nearby. Ah, how innocent and naive a child could be, when his mind was given the freedom to roam wild.

Born and breed Singaporean in the late 1970s, I watched Singapore’s rapid emergence into modernity from the sidelines. When I was a small boy, I played on the streets of the developing country. By the time I was a grown man and made my first step into the working world, Singapore was already known as a first world nation, a fully developed country.

Before I knew it, the environment that my friends and I grew up to cherish became the distant past. Our happy memories were forever buried in the concrete jungle that shroud the island, with hardly any surviving artifacts of reminisce. Without a doubt, modernization was a key for our country’s survival. With our chronic lack of space, there was little choice but to sacrifice sentimental subjects for important ones such as businesses. Sadly, as years went by, I found myself alienating from these ideals.

Some time later in life, I left the sunny shores of Singapore to Australia for work. Currently I am living in the metropolitan region of my state. It isn't anything like the kind of living environment that I dreamed of as a boy. But here, I dare to dream. I dare to take action to make a dream a reality.

This is my dream. This is my story.