From a distance faraway, a distinctive honk caught the attention of a boy sitting in front of the television while working with his schoolwork. 'Is the RotiMan' he shouted! That's me when I was young. Quickly, I rush to the door reaching for the keys where at that moment still fairly high for me to reach, I got it! Opened the door hurriedly, while shouting out to the RotiMan, 'Uncle Uncle wait wait!', he stopped his motorcycle a few house away from mine, he noticed me, in a relief I rush back to my school back, unzipped and trying to reach down as far as I could to the bottom of my bag to scramble for that left over coins from school that morning. '10 cents, 20 cents, 30 cents, 40 cents, good! Is enough' I said with my little voice, don't wanna wake up my sister as I would get scolding from her for wasting money. I got out the house and asked the uncle for a blue box with Doraemon cartoon outside of it, I got the chance to choose the box myself, so I picked out each and every box and shake it close to my ears and tried guessing what was inside, basically I go through every single one of it till I satisfied or the Uncle gets a little irritated by me then I would stop. I handed over the money and I sat down under my neighbor's mango tree to open up the box. As usual it was a packet of chocolate biscuit which doesn't bother me much, I was looking for the toy and it was a miniature green army man holding a rifle on a combat position, oh.. I was happy then, one more army man on to my collection of many. The neighbor kid shouted at me, " eh!what you got?", " Green Army Man with Rifle, you?" I replied.. 'Yerrrrrr, I got a stupid rubber ball, wanna trade?" he replied.. "Hell no!" I said. We traded with each other sometime when we got something that we didn't want but I was really satisfied with my toy and I went back inside while munching the side gifts of chocolate biscuit.
I many years had passed and I couldn't remembered when was the last time I saw a Rotiman. The latest one was today in Ipoh and childhood memories start flowing into my mind. That was the good old days, where all my worries was my unfinished school work, and what kind of toys I might get with that 40 cents of asset that I had on that day. It sure worth nothing nowadays but for me, those were the truest moment where money can't buy. Those army men, help me live through the days when there was no internet, no cellphone, no facebook and no video games, all I had was my imagination and a bunch of stagnant, hard plastic material green soldier playing, and I made a movie out of that, I made my own 'call of duty' game.. That was the moment I missed.. that was Jming.