The writer having a swim in the freezing waters of the North Pole. Photos: LEESAN
I grew up in a rubber estate, and until the age of 18, I lived in the workers’ quarters. Life was carefree at the estate, and my childhood days were spent playing with mud and along the streams, searching for fish and other tiny creatures.
Some might think that kids growing up in an estate like this may not have big dreams. But we knew that we had to get out of there and make something of ourselves.
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