In all my life, I've had 2. As yet.. And of my knowing..
Once a long time ago, and the other a few days back.
True story.
Long Time Ago
My age: around 4 or 5 years old.
It was an ordinary day, as days usually are when near-death experiences make their appearance. We went out that day, me and my Grandma. In those days I enjoyed her company along with her travels. We were at Clementi or was it Buona Vista? Places where I don't really care for now. So anyway, we were making our way back, to the train station, me in an ecstatic mood cause I had a balloon in my hand, courtesy of Macdonald's.
With eyes only for the balloon, it felt like we were fast-forwarded to the MRT platform. My Grandma was chatting up some stranger lady as she usually does, when... Cue *scary murder scene music*. . a mighty gust of wind swooshed toward me. It plucked the balloon right off its stick! (Big deal?)
The bloody balloon started to glide away from me.. I reached for it, stretched my little arms out, it was merely out of my reach. I went after it, almost glided after it. *Grandma still chatting it up in the background* I was almost at the opposite side of the platform... 4 feet away from the gaping track... Time for a new plan... Skid! *Slow motion* Balloon fell bastardly into the hole of rocks and tracks. And me, one leg hanging above the aforementioned hole, the other on the platform. Frozen.
People gasped. "Aiyah! Heng ah..." said the Aunties. "Anak siape ni?" said the Makciks. Only then did my Grandma realise it was her grandchild, making a scene.
She pulled my frozen body off the floor and just laughed it off "heh heh.. Kids.."
I had nightmares for days after that.
Few days back
Night time. Depressed. As I usually am when at home, fidgeting, I needed to get out of the house. But where to? Whatever. I left, feeling energised already. I walked and kept on walking. Noticed a white car positioned at the roadside. Its headlights blinking. Paranoia kicked in, 'What if the people inside are waiting for me to walk past a scary dark place to cover my head with a cloth and kidnap me?' I started sprinting, looked back a couple of times, conveying, 'I know you're watching, don't even think about it'.
At a bright area now, lost in my thoughts. Finally able to think about stuff, anger, dwell on some more. . .Oh wait, where was that bright area?? AH! Pan right: Bangladeshi workers! Pan left: China worker / Old lusty uncles! Eyes at the back of the head: Darkness...Forestness... Up ahead: Light at the end of the tunnel(figurative). Move move move, was all I can think of. Have to keep moving. 'What are you staring at? Never seen a person gone hysterical before? Why are you wearing that cloth? Its a public place!' was some other things I was thinking of.
Finally, civilisation! Cars, MRT station over there..Traffic stop. (Its coming, I'm building the suspense). Green man is blinking. Heck, I have to get out of here. Breaking one of my strong principles, I crossed the road. Traffic was heavy that day, all waiting for me to get a move on. *Briskly* Oooh! A text! Check inbox.. *Strolling* Honk! Wha.. What? Red man. Oh shit. I'm in the middle of a one-way road. Now everyone's honking. Cars started to move. Like a chicken in the.. No. Like a cat in the middle of the road, I panicked. Going back and forth, okay, dash! Green car almost hit me. Stopped a centimeter from me. Banging on the honk, the lady driver shouted profanities which i couldn't hear from inside her car.
Survived it.
Urge to write: Done
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