When i was
a kid three years old i was already triying to involve myself
with graphics. There was this man named Hanafia who was one of
the first people to encourage me. As a youngster i would scratch
and color cupboard, floor, wall to express my mind. And he would
say "Oh no, son, you don't play like that; you don't color wall.
I'm going to show you how to play a little color on this book.".
He could have easily said, "Hey kid, don't you see I'm coloring?
Get away, get this book and color pencils". But instead he took
the time to say, "No, you don't do it that way." When Mr. Hanafia
started drawing, whatever I was doing I'd stop to go in and sit
on that little stool chair he had there.
I was about
five years old when i joined play group. I started to know someone
else to play together. I used to play "tanjan" and "klereng" with
my big sister and her friends in the backyard while my mom was
in the house ironing some clothes. She used to go to backyard
sometimes to see us, she started helping us deal with it by showing
us how to play with care . My mother was awful smart, even though
she'd only gotten to fourth grade. She had knowledge all her own;
knowledge of human nature, plus plenty of common sense. She used
to wake me up in the morning and shower me befor taking me to
playgroup about 3 yards from home.
was left when the first time i joined Pangestu Preliminary School,
it's located about 4 yards from home. I started to practice how
to ride bycycle and my older sister teached me with care. She
was smart and love me very much. I had only one bycycle so we
must to share each other. My younger brother started joining Pangestu
Junior High School too when the school moved to new location about
9 yards far from our ordinary home. He was about 3 years youngger.
I was a bad brother, it's was happen when i didn't want to take
my younger brother on my bike when we went home from school together,
he was just too heavy for me, but it still in my guilty feeling
now, he was a very smart kid. I remember that well; he was very
bright. He could add and subtract numbers when he was three-and-a-half
years old. The older people in the neighborhood, they used to
say about him, "That boy is too smart".