My family had a really cute term for “going on a road trip”. My Dad calls it “sek fong” - literally “eating wind” in Cantonese.

Racing Car

Once, i took it literally and opened my mouth really wide, attempting to eat all the air rushing thru the open window. Hee hee… ended up with really parched lips.

Note: This post is part of a series of recycled posts from my old Blog. They are primarily about my childhood and adolescence times. 11 Parts in all. Enjoy!

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This post belongs to a series: "Childhood Dreaming"

  1. Childhood Dreaming (Part 1): Of Toothpaste and Time
  2. Childhood Dreaming (Part 2): Kindergarten
  3. Childhood Dreaming (Part 3): My First Entrepreneurial Act
  4. Childhood Dreaming (Part 4): Embarassing Moments
  5. Childhood Dreaming (Part 5): Eating Wind
  6. Childhood Dreaming (Part 6): Losing A Friend’s Game
  7. Childhood Dreaming (Part 7): Punching Incident
  8. Childhood Dreaming (Part 8): Kindergarten Kung Fu
  9. Childhood Dreaming (Part 9): Next Door Neighbour
  10. Childhood Dreaming (Part 10): My fear of KFC…
  11. Childhood Dreaming (Part 11): Am i Gullible?