The rough sandy beach of Batu Ferringhi was where I celebrated my 15th birthday. Now I stand here and look over I see how the place has become so polluted and dirty. No more stalls, no more children running around with their parents busy eating sandwiches. I remember how much fun we had here. The barbeques, the chasing and throwing each other into the sea. But that was when I was in high school. Sadly, when I come here I not only remember my birthday but also I see the people who died on my birthday 3 years ago. Tsunami, 26th December. That’s right, it was my birthday. I wasn’t at the beach when it happened, but there were many families and children just having fun under the sun. As the waves rose, they just stood there and stared for it was such a strange phenomena. Poor souls. I can see the waves crushing down on the little children and I imagine the frightened screams. It may now just appear as a dirty polluted beach but what we fail to see was already washed away by the sea.
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