My Julian at the age of three and bit would climb the seven foot garden fence and run off down to The Kampong when I or The Amah weren't watching him. But then my Amah lived in this conglomeration of mud and wooden huts, so I could be pretty sure that her mother was watching out for him.
I once allowed my Amah to take the baby with her for the three days of Chinese New Year, probably because I couldn't face looking after the squalling brat myself.
His feet never touched the ground. She and her four sisters saw to that.
Taking him away from her is the most painful thing I have ever done.
Haha, my mum never knew the half of what I got up to. I remember going for a ride through the streets of KL with my amah's BOYFRIEND on the front of his scooter, no crash helmet, aged about 6 or 7, blonde little girl miles from home being driven about by a virtual stranger. Hilarious!! I really should be dead or a very, very old white sex slave.