At age 5 we were posted to KL Royal Malaysian Air Force base as Dad and some others did training for them. We saw some wonderfully funny things.
One day Mum sent us (close friend) to get our Dad's from the officers mess. It was the other side of the golf course from our housing. I kicked a large stick fallen on the floor as I was crossing. About 5-6 feet away the other end of the stick pop's into the air to shows it's annoyance. We ran as fast as out little legs could take us!
The other fun one was croc's (alligators?) in the storm drains that ran around everywhere. The locals were very adept at collecting them. The guards tend to shoot them which took a couple of .303 and a long wait to see if they were indeed actually dead.
What wonderful times they were.
