As a kid, people always told me to have a hobby I can occupy myself with (Maybe they were just trying to get me out of their face). I remember reading books about people collecting all sorts of things when I was young. I remember having show and tell session. I remember writing about my hobbies.
While finding some handphone bills, I stumbled upon my collection of stamps, phone cards and MRT tickets. I stared at the books, my fingers running through the cover as I reminisce about the times I was so enthralled by them. It really brought a smile to me as I flipped through my collection.
I started collecting stamps just to have a hobby and it was the easiest to start. My mum provided me with the necessary knowledge with the removal of stamps from the envelope. I was not interested in the value or history behind the stamps, I just like seeing the pictures on them. I come to realise they form a little part of my childhood and I treasure them more after today.
My uncle gave me a bunch of phone cards one day. He got them from his job at the airport, people just left the cards after using them for long distance calls. I started collecting them out of convenience. I like them more since they are practically non existent in our life today. Handphone has pushed it to near extinction. I still have one in my wallet though, for the rainy days.
I thank my mum for helping me with my hobbies I had as a kid. I grew out of it, but she still help me with my collection. As I look at my collection, I come to appreciate what it has given me - memories of the past.