My mother fanning charcoal on her antiquated clay burner, which was used to heat up the traditional steamboat for reunion dinner. Dinner was always late because of this, but it definitely united the family (in hunger) — while we badgered her to hurry up. Fond memories now, after electric steamboats entered our lives.
| Adeline Wong |
|Setting off single firecrackers around the neighbourhood with a stick of incense. To this day, the crack of the powder and smell of sulphur – now available only during lion dances – herald the holiday for me.|
(Previously debated:5 life lessons we learnt in 2018)
Drinking way too much neon orange soda and feeling quite ill by the end of the day, as soft drinks were a rare treat in my household and Chinese New Year was the only time Mum looked the other way. Any festive-related discomfort these days stem from nosy relatives.
Goh Wee Tseng
(Previously debated: #LifeBeyondGrades: Are you satisfied with where your PSLE score has taken you?)