Reunion (Part 3 of 3) : St.Aidan's Old Boys & Girls Reunion

The 70's gang(except Jeeva,who was born in the late 60's):left to right: Jeeva, Me, Nicole , Sheela, Shoba, Shirley , Seema, Kamalesh & Karu

The headmistress briefing everyone, about the current state of the school

Mr.Anbu welcoming everyone

Sister Usha keeping the crowd entertained with her warm and jovial speech

Three of the first batch students from St.Aidan (1958)

Everyone penning down their personal details according to the year they joined St.Aidan

Pretty maidens in a row...and they dont need saving!

Some of my mum's school mates

The current headmistress, Ng Tai Tai (in red) enjoying some finger-food

"Look at you,how you've grown"..when teacher meets student (Rodney-Nicole's brother)

The committee team being called out

So..the day finally arrived. We were half an hour late, no thanks to the extended 30 minutes we put up on the field (see article below). The crowd had trickled in slowly .It started off with about 40 people,and would eventually swell to about 65. The current headmistress was already half way through her speech.

The girls had arrived too.Nicole, Seema,Shoba,Sheela and Shirley.All from the same batch.I looked around for any other familiar faces,hoping anyone from my batch would be there,but to no avail.There were people from all ages,race,shapes and size. My mum had sent me on a mission to unearth anyone from her batch, and by the end of the 2 hour event, I had met three of her school mates.

The event was well managed by Mr.Anbu and Usha Appadorai, and the highlight of the evening was the selection of the preliminary committee for the 50th year anniversary event.The committee was split into two sections,one for the KL team and the other for the Bahau team.The KL team would be spearheaded by Usha, and Mr.Anbu would help out with the Bahau troops. There was also a mention about another gathering in KL for the KL old boys and girls to catch up.It has now been scheduled for the 12th of May. A list of all the committee members will be made available to all attendees.

There was a short networking session after the gathering, and our hosts were kind enough to have sponsored some good finger food and drinks. I took as many photos as I could before speeding off for the Liverpool-Arsenal match.

I leave you with a quote about old friends by the Dalai Lama.It serves as a timely reminder to keep in touch with our friends through our busy lives.
“Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day”

Reunion (Part 2 of 3):Everybody loves Mr.Slide

Seema vs Nicole.Two childhood buddies.....Readyyy....set......

..........go!!!Nicole wins by a mile!

We did it!!!

Karu and Kamalesh have a go...

Vicky and Vimal proving size doesnt matter!

View from the top... and the bald patch steals the limelight!

Viji finding the child in him....

I have stood in the hallways of my adulthood peering at doors,windows and and furniture and wondered how in the world they have gotten to be so small.Its funny how something that looked so large when you were a kid, looks kinda miniature when we're all grown up.I guess, being an adult robs our vision of the best things in life.

But sometimes, the flow of life creeps right back into us,and yanks us out of our artificial shell transforming us back into our original selves...the child again.For some, it involves toys,a park, a favourite holiday spot, a song....

In St.Aidan that honor goes to a rather unusual slide. One that runs along with steps in the middle, perhaps symbolically representing adulthood and childhood.If we took the steps and carefully made our way down in a safe and structured manner, it seems very adult like.However, if we decided to get there in the most fun,unpredictable, and precarious manner, then we would go down the slide, representing the essence of being child like.

The pictures above speak for themselves.Enjoy life, coz there are no re-runs.Unless...you become a kid again!

St.Aidan Reunion(Part 1 of 3):It started with football and ended with football!!

"Aiyo!the heat,the heat.."Kamalesh in the background,slumped on his knees and wishing he was in Tioman or something.

Vicky saying "enough is enough"..on his way to a solo effort.

Hips dont lie,folks.30 minutes in,and the hands on the hips dance continues...

Fuyoh....the samba begins

Crouch on a hat-trick, and Liverpool demolished Arsenal 4-1 on March 31st

"Siva,there's going to be a football match organized before the reunion.Involving some Bahau guys". That was all that was needed to send my pulse reeling.Jeeva had opened a can of worms inside my head.Images of me writhing in agony,swollen shins,bruised ego,broken bones.They all came flooding back.I mean I must go down in history as the only guy who dislocated his shoulder on a badminton court (actually more like my whole arm came off from its socket).Let's see now...I've had five fractures,4 broken bones including my nose,torn all the ligaments and tendons in my thigh,ankles and knee. Not a bad record...but not an accomplishment that I'd want to add to,no thank you.

But, old habits die hard.There we were, 4pm in the blazing sun,on of all places, St.Aidan's school field.Each one warming up,and trying hard to put up a macho act in front of each other, waiting for our 6-a-side match to take place.I knew most of the guys..Jeeva,Kamalesh,Vicki,Vimal and our very own version of Jamie Carragher,Viji.5 minutes of a kick-about and I was already panting,with my tongue almost seeking medical aid on the grass.Mannnn...was I so out of shape???Yup...my brain answered...in fact it was a unanimous decision between all ten toes and fingers. 20 minutes later, we had a whole bunch of old boys joining us, and after splitting the team, we got into full gear.

Let's put it this way..the car only went into third gear,before reversing and dying down to a slow painful death . But...this wasnt a Spartan field.Heck,it was footie..and before long, we had out-done the opposition by 4-1.There were no swords exchanged, but more like stumbling bodies, wobbly legs and some super cool samba jiggy by the guys that would have made Ronaldinho proud..or puke!!!Viki was like a German tank, Vimal was the "ice-cool" ladies man, Jeeva was roughing it up like an army general, Kamalesh was like the Steven Gerard of Sentul , and Cikgu Prakash packed in more energy than all of us combined on tongkat ali.Viji was crowned Man of the Match since the opposition proclaimed that all he did was sit in front of the goal and put his body in front of the ball.The tactic worked for us, and he huffed and puffed to a well deserved "non-existing" award. I must say we all stretched every muscle in our body and even ones we never knew existed.It didnt feel that bad trooping off the field. But the sun had left its mark on us...we were like fried turkeys re-fried,but we didnt care.It was so damn humid,and all we wanted was our 100 Plus,and a cool shower.

We had a choice between stripping off and using the old school taps to wash-off.But that would have been cruel to the rats,cats and dogs of Bahau.They didnt deserve to die horrible deaths watching us in our birthday glory.Instead,we hopped over to a small hotel beside the school.It was only RM 30 for an air-cond room, and that would do for a shower at least.Our eyes popped and jaws dropped to the floor when we saw the state of the hotel room.Pulau Jerjak prisoners would have had much better lodging and the bathroom was like from another "Alam Flora meets Indah Water" planet.We tried to shut our brains to stop ourselves from conjuring up sleazy images of past residents of the room...but it just wouldnt go away.But..let's not go into that.I promised Vimal I'd spare everyone, graphic shots from the room.

Anyway...fast forward to after the reunion.Kamalesh,Viji and myself were franticallly looking at our watches.7.50...good lord..10 minutes of the Liverpool-Arsenal game was already playing.Either we sped back to our respective hometowns to catch at least the last 15 minutes of the game, or find a restaurant with a TV showing the match.Cikgu was our saviour. He got us fast to a nice Cafe (I think it was called Nine after Night) where the match was projected onto a white screen, which was,unfortunately upside down.All that mattered as we cringed our heads sideways, was that "Liverpool 1, Arsenal 0". Yes!!!

The guys got their beers, and we all tucked in hungrily over our nice chicken chop dinners, which I must say,was pretty decent. But the pace of the game on the screen distracted our munching mouths to engage our arms in victorious punches as Crouch notched up another two goals with Agger bagging the other for a memorable victory (no..wait..wait..more like bazooka-ing the hell out of Arsenal's fortress). Pity there werent any Arsenal fans among us, and even the Man U supporters were happy enough to see a Liverpool victory.It was a great way to end such an eventful day. After the game, We shook hands,bade goodbye and went along our own ways.Each promising we'd keep in touch, and with the hope that we could organize another game during the 50th year anniversary event in October.

As I drove past the old school field, the night air filled me images of the times I used to run around the field when I was a kid.I remember the late evenings when i used to practice kicking the ball into the open goal.I'd imagine myself as Ian Rush, and try to score from 40-50 metres out, to the thunderous roar and applause of phantom audiences. I remember all the sports meets,and the sprint events I took part in.I remember once when I was 7, I challenged my mum around the 200m bend, and she beat me flat.I remember trying to fly a kite in the glorious wind, and failing miserably.I remember the whole field was once flooded,and yet, we stubbornly tried to play football in it. And even the girls joined in too, (mind you, this was way before movies like "Gol and Gincu and Bend it Like Beckham")

Where have all those fun days gone to?

It only took me 30 seonds to drive past my beloved old school field, but it brought me back 30 years in time to a place where so much happened.To me it wasnt just a field, it was more like an ocean of memories...and I'm thankful that I got to at least swim again through its everlasting tide.

p/s the following day, it was noted that many of the battered soccer warriors became very religious people.Legend had it that many of them were found sprawled on their beds, clutching their sides groaning "Oh, god!Oh!god!"

UPDATE ON THE ST.AIDAN OLD BOYS&GIRLS REUNION

The informal gathering has been confirmed for the 31st of March 2007 from 5pm onwards.Please RSVP your attendance to Mr.Anbu at 0196549127.

Birthdays (dedicated to my sis,Anne)

Top:My 17th Birthday.Bottom:blowing candles together for our 12th/9th birthday

Our birthdays were all about presents,presents...

Can we speeden things up please...the icing looks delicious.Our 7th/4th birthday

Our 5th/3rd Birthday.I must say anne looks like a doll here.

My 8th birthday.We decided to have separate birthdays for once.

...and more presents!!!

Our 9th/6th birthday.One of my best birthdays ever.Almost all my classmates attended.

What birthday would be incomplete without a musical chairs event??

I have no clue whose birthday this is,but this must have been taken in St.Aidan during the late 60's or early 70's.My dad is 3rd from the left,standing!

There was a time when I couldnt imagine a birthday without celebrating it with my baby sister,Anne (she was named after St.Anne). It was the one event that both of us would long for all year round,and thankfully,mum and dad never let us down. Anne's birthday fell on March 31st and mine on 22nd...so to kill two birds with one stone (and save a heck load on birthday cost), we'd always end up celebrating a joint birthday either on March 31st or by the end of the first week of April.

Our sibling relationship has always been very special.Besides born under the same zodiac, we were both left-handed,and to my mum's utter agony,we were also very telepathic.I think she's lost count on the hundreds of occassions when we used to always say or do the same things at the same time. But as the years passed, it was something both of us began to comprehend and accept, and realised how close we really were. The more I think about it,the more I believe we should have been born as twins. Anything I did,she copied.And on one occassion,when i tried to imitate a character from the movie "Bionic Boy", she jumped off a hill simultaneously with me,and fell head first onto the tar road,ending up with 5 stitches on her forehead.

But our birthdays were something else.I think it was also the one occassion that most of the kids from Bahau used to look forward to because it always had at least 70-80 kids attending.The excellent part about this whole birthday thing was how we used to unite plenty of young adults who would willingly come forward to help my mum and dad organize the party,chip in with the cooking and assist my dad with the kiddy games. In fact,long after the kids had gone home, the adults would still linger on,creating a mini-party of drinks,food and sing-a-longs. To my sis,and me,we would be itching to open up (no..tear up) all those present wrappers to unearth what wonderful treasures that beckoned in our midst. Every new toy, we hugged with joy.At times, we tugged at each other's present,mostly grappling away over the largest one.Yet,I'll never, ever forget my sister's million dollar smile,and the twinkle in her eyes as she opened each present.Something money could not buy,and I saved every single smile in my mind for each birthday that sailed past in our lives.

I miss those birthdays with my sister.

The last time we celebrated together was for my 17th birthday, almost 20 years ago.We havent stood side-by-side,stooping over to whoosh the candles away for too long. I dont think it will happen this year either,but at least we get to meet each other once every two months.I met her 3 days back in Port Dickson,and the first thing I did was to walk over and give her the longest hug I have ever given her.It must have surprised her too.I guess, the sibling love I have for my baby sister still reigns supreme over everything else in this world.Sometimes as we grow out of our childhood, and progress from the teenage rebel years and into our adulthood,we lose some very precious portions of our lives.For me,I cherish those very wonderful moments I spent with my sister, from the day she was born, to the day I gave her away in marriage 8 years ago.In a flash, she has flown by my heart,blossoming from a little doll, to a gawky teen and into a beautiful woman.

I see a lot of her in the eyes of my nephew, and his mannerisms reflect a lost world I once used to share with my sis.

I guess time changes everything.As adults, we all undertake new responsibilities once we begin a family.Every day spent in the present, erases a piece of our past.Seasons change, people change..but as brother and sister we shall forever remain.I carry my sister's smile as my sunshine wherever I go, and she paints my world with colours whenever I think back of all those wonderful birthdays we used to share.

THE HISTORY OF ST.AIDAN'S SCHOOL

The school was officially opened by the Yang Di Pertuan Besar of Negeri Sembilan

(The above scanned articles were taken from the very rare "follow the gleam" yearbook of 1965.The first of only 3 year books ever published by the school.We have also extracted the text and are publishing it in its original nature, below) Click on each image above to enlarge it

HISTORY OF ST. AIDAN'S SCHOOL 1958 - 1965
The people of Bahau had for many years wanted an English Medium School. Requests to Government did not seem to meet with much response. A group of people in town therefore got together and formed themselves into a Committee - the Bahau English School Fund Committee and went about raising money so that they could build their own school.

The Rev. T. M. Oliver, who used to visit his friends in Bahau, was approached by members of this Committee and asked if the Church would be prepared to start a school. After examining the situation, the Rev. Oliver recom­mended to the Bishop that an English School should be built.
The then Diocesan Secretary for Anglican Schools, Canon Dr. D.D. Chelliah, discussed the project with the then Chief Education Officer, Mr. S. Thambiah and Officials of the Ministry of Education and finding that the Government was prepared to support the school, plans were finalised.

Monday 16th December 1957 was therefore a milestone in the development of Bahau when the Venerable Archdeacon of Singapore laid the foundation stone of St. Aidan'; School. The historic occasion was witnessed by a distinguished crowd of people who then adjourned for tea to the Malayan Chinese Association.

The three months prior to the laying of the foundation stone were indeed very busy months. Rev. Oliver was given the job of finding a Headmaster and one or two teachers who would be prepared to be pioneers in the field of English Education in Bahau.

Mr. Lionel van Geyzel, retired Headmaster of the Government English School, Port Dickson, agreed to become the Headmaster; Mr. Devadas Dorairaj, a teacher at the Anglo-Chinese School, Seremban, volunteered to serve at the new school.

A public announcement was made in Bahau that an English School would be opened and that parents with children born in 1950 and 1951 who wished to send them to an English School could register at 16, Main Road, Bahau, the residence of our Board Treasurer, Mr. Lee Poh Seong, on the Saturdays of 16th September 28th, October 5th and 12th.

In November, Mr. Van Geyzel decided to decline the Headship of the new school. The Rev. Oliver was in a quandry; he finally approached Mr. David Gunaratnam who was teaching at the Anglo-Chinese School, Seremban, and fortunately Mr. Gunaratnam agreed.

It must have been indeed quite an experience for him. There were 140 children who had to start school in early January 1958 - just two months away. There was only one teacher; three more had to be employed - Miss Lu Fang from Kuala Pilah, Miss Lily Sundersingh from Bahau Estate and Miss Janet Lim from Bahau. Two classes, Standard 2 Express, were held at the Malayan Chinese Association building, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon. A creche on Taisho Estate was used morning and afternoon for another two classes, Standard 3 Express. The Headmaster, Mr. Gunaratnam had his office at 16 Main Road and had therefore to do his work at three places!

The School was officially opened on 29th November 1958 by his Highness the Yang di-Pertuan Besar of Negri Sembilan and dedicated by the Rt. Rev. H. W. Baines, the then Lord Bishop of the Diocese, The cost of $100,000' was met from a Government Grant of $80,000, $4,000 each from the Dunlop Malayan Estates Ltd., Guthries and Harrison & Crosfield, $4,000 each from the Indian and Chinese Communities.

The first batch of candidates were presented in November 1961. These were pupils born in 1949, admitted to school in January 1958 when St. Aidan's began and who completed the six year ordinary course in four years, so that they could be of the right age for the promotion examination; 75 out of 102 pupils gained promotion to Form One.

The 1962 candidates did the six year primary course in 5 years. Once again the promotion pass was above seventy percent. The attainment continued in the last year of this public exam in 1963, our first group of pupils to do the primary school course in the proper time.

SECONDARY SCHOOL. To cater for our 75 pupils who gained promotion to Form One in January 1962, our first Secondary classes were started. In 1963 and 1964, the Secondary classes progressed to Forms Two and Three. The first set of candidates for the Lower Certificate of Education Examination in 1964 obtained a 65% Pass.

The foundation stone of the Secondary School was laid by the Rt. Rev. S. K. Sansbury on 5th September 1961. An administrative block, toilets and six classrooms were built in 1962 as the first phase of the Secondary School at a cost of $75,000 from a Government Grant of $60,000 and $15,0(}0 Parents' Donation to Building Fund. Unfortunately, plans for development into a full Secondary School had to be shelved in 1964 due to the building of a new Lower Secondary School under the Government's Comprehensive Education System. We record our gratefulness to the Dunlop Malayan Estates Ltd. for a grant of 57,500 towards the Secondary School Development.

As St. Aidan's was not going to be allowed to develop into a full Secondary School, our Form Three graduands had to go elsewhere for their Upper Secondary Education.

The abolition of the Secondary Continuation School System at the end of 1964, resulted in the integration of their 4 classes with our secondary classes in January 1965.

In the successful life of St. Aidan's School over the past seven years, thanks be to God for the dedication and guidance given by His faithful servant, Padre Oliver, the keen interest shown by all those who have served on the Board of Managers, for the farsightedness and good foundations laid by its first Headmaster, Mr. David Gunaratnam, for the service that the teachers have given and for the wonderful support from the parents and people of Bahau.

January 10th 1966, the opening of the school for the new year, would begin a fresh page in the history of our school, the march to develop St. Aidan's into one of the finest Primary Schools in the countrt•.Our beloved Chairman, Padre Oliver retires in June 1966 and Bahau will bid farewell to the man who was instrumental in bringing English Education to them - The Founder of St.Aidan's School.

STOP PRESS!!! OLD BOYS&GIRLS REUNION ON MARCH 31ST

Our two models (Viji and Jeeva) posing as if they were Miss Malaysia candidates.Do note the contents of the banner above.There are plenty of hand phone numbers you can contact.Please RSVP your attendance for the gathering by 27th March.

"This is a great chance for the old girls and boys of St.Aidan to meet up and to re-connect friendship. The March 31st event will also be the platform for the formation of a St.Aidan Alumni- a strong voice of past students to look into ways of betterment for the school. We will also showcase some issues that may need the guidance and thought of the old students.But most of all, we would just love to see old friends meet up and experience the school once again. We are planning to have the event in the school hall,and it is most probably to be held from 6pm onwards.Please pass the word to your batch mates to come join us for this preliminary event to the 50th Anniversary grand celebration of St.Aidan which has been confirmed for 27th October 2007." - Mr.Anbu, ex student of St.Aidan and organizing committee of the 50th Anniversary.

A few words from Tun Hussein Onn

The late Tun Hussein Onn,and his thoughts on St.Aidan school,published in the 1972 yearbook.Click on the above image to read the article.

(THE FULL CONTEXT OF THE ARTICLE)


"Saya alu2kan penerbitan majalah Sekolah St. Aidan, Bahau. Negeri Sembilan ini, serta saya perchaya melalui majalah ini ramailah pelajar dapat menchurahkan bakat mereka untok di-muatkan didalam-nya
Kechergasan sekolah dalam bidang memajukan pelajaran murid2-nya dan kebaktian yang dapat di-usahakan-nya terhadap masharakat adalah di-antara kandongan majallah yang ,sa-umpama tetapi tidak-lah terlalu besar kalau saya mengharapkan supaya soal kemurnian hati dalam mendokong chita2 kebangunan bangsa hendak-lah mendapat perhatian yang pertama dan utama. Kerana rahsia kebangunan sa-suatu bangsa yang besar dalam Sejarah di-mulai daripada kemurnian jiwa ra'ayat-nya yang berani berkorban supaya bangsa-nya hidup dan yang berani hanchor supaya negara-nya luhur.
Akhir-nya ,saya mendo'akan agar Sekolah ini akan terus maju jaya dan pelajar2-nya belajar bersunggoh2 hingga terchapai segala, chita2."

Kuala Lumpur,
9hb Nobember, 1972.
( HUSSEIN ONN)

The Houses of St.Aidan

I got this scanned from the "FOLLOW THE GLEAM" yearbook of 1972 (15th Anniversary issue).You can click on the above image to see the finer details and accompanying story on the page. Also check out the Lindesfarne house,which is now a chapel.

Mr Devadas house as it stands today,now converted into a kindergarden

Our Journey Back to St.Aidan

My lil' house.Now converted into an education centre for children with disability skills

Mission accomplished!The holy grail..the foundation stone of St.Aidan(Note the date:16th December 1957)

The location of the foundation stone.

Mr.Nadarajah's house.Jeeva and Viji had loads of good memories here

Side view of the first blocks in St.Aidan which was built in 1958

A peek through the square hole from the projector room and out into the school hall

Orange school hall,but sooo much better than how it looked like a few years back

The projectors may not be around,but that didnt stop Viji and Jeeva re-enacting their versions of how our dads used to handle the movie projectors.

Sometimes, we travel far and wide,looking for the one thing that continues to elude us.The one thing that can finally fill the empty space inside of us that we deem "unfillable".To some it may be a lost love,to others it could be material things. But to three childhood buddies, it meant going home.

Our home,St.Aidan.

Jeeva,Viji and myself decided to take road trip back to Bahau with the mission of capturing the one photo that we did not have...the holy grail..the foundation stone of St.Aidan. I picked them up from Seremban, and we first did a quick pit-stop back at my hometown in Tampin to collect two priceless publications - the "follow the gleam" year books (1965&1972).Thank god my dad was clearing up his cupboard and stumbled upon them.

Within half an hour,we were cruising past landscapes of greenery,cutting through the warm afternoon breeze,and the frozen landmarks of small towns like Jelai,Johol and Dangi,that stubbornly continue to fight progress-ancient chinese restaurants and classic kopitiam outlets that would dwarf Starbucks and Coffee Bean from their sheer heritage and taste.

To the three of us,we just couldnt figure out why we kept reminiscing about St.Aidan.To most people reading this blog,you'd probably be wondering what in the world could be so grand about a place that we only lived in for 10 years,and fragments of memories that we could hardly conjure up today.What made it so special to us? Its really hard to express,but I do believe it has everything to do with the fact that we had a decent childhood with a recipe that included ingredients of a multi-racial friendship, strong-knitted family bonds, a super balance of a great education system and co-curriculum activities, and loads of great events,parties and fiesta.

As we neared the school, we were relieved to see that there was a wedding preparation being staged at the school,meaning we could easily get into the school compound without too many questions asked.Thankfully we had the old caretaker around,Mr Sukumaran,who was cheerfully on hand to provide us with as much information and freedom to snap away with our digital camera.Yet,I noticed something different.Something vastly diverse from the last trip I made a couple of years back.We were faced with a ghastly shade of orange everywhere we laid our eyes upon.Could it be true??Yes...the school had a new coat of paint..every building..even the school hall..and to us,ghastly or not,it was heavenly!!

The grass had been cut,the hall was nicely decorated,the chapel looked wonderful...even my old house with its previous broken windows and scaly paint was all spruced up as if royalty was making a visit.That got us in high spirits,and I didnt waste time snapping up some glorious eye-shots.The highlight of our trip was when we were given a chance to go up to the projector room.It was really walking down memory lane.The steep steps up,the old trap-door, the dark,dingy walls...aaah....sheer nostalgia.Jeeva and Viji were really having a grand time,and we re-lived the moments when our dads used to prop us up on tall benches with cushions so that we could peek out of these square holes in the walls while the movie sailed majestically from the projectors to the silver screen.

We were then introduced to one of the organizing committee of the 50th Anniversary event, Mr Anbu, who himself was a student in the early 60's. He filled us in on more information over a cup of tea, before introducing us to the current headmistress of St.Aidan, the ever-so-friendly Ms Ng Tai Tai.Thank god the school is in her good hands.We gave her a quick background overview of ourselves, and she responded positively about our blog efforts,giving us her blessings.

We made a quick stop-over back at St.Aidan to snap a few photos of Jeeva and Viji's old home,and wished Mr Sukumaran and Mr Anbu goodbye before whisking our tired bottoms back to the concrete jungle.Sigh! The price we pay as adults.But as night falls,and our eyes drift away to slumber land,we are thankful that our childhood is just a dream away,as we once again run and play among the memories that shall forever be a part of us.Home...