Boy from the prairie

Just came back to the States, after a very eventful two weeks in Kuching, Sarawak.

This is one of the little events.

Upon our arrival at Kuching, our family went out together as much as we could. I noticed that my 3 year old seems to be lost at the landscape out of the car windows with great frequency. His face puzzled… I did not force to ask him about it, thinking that he will talk to me about it very soon.

Then two days later, he suddenly asked me, “Dad, what is that thing?” I look out the window but could not pinpoint his question. He pointed at the hills and mountain at the horizon. Upon understanding his question I told him that they are called mountains. He was so fascinated with that. So I explained to him about these oversized rocks that ringed the city.

For the two weeks of staying, he would always scream with great excitement, “Look dad, another mountain!!”, “There’s another one dad”, “Wow, there are so many mountains!”

You see, my son, who was born in of Houston, Texas, the land of bayous and prairies. Now almost 4 years old, has never seen a real-life mountain in his life. His excitement was so genuine and innocent that I guess, I learnt from his point of view how to experience the majestic mountain again.

He helped me remembered that I have always love mountains. So I brought him to a wall climbing facility that day. A few days later I brought him to climb the Gading Mountain at the Gunung Gading National… but that’s another story.