The pools have been filled -- and somewhat "landscaped" with neatly manicured lawns. I took a peep in and saw that the colourful concrete floor tiles were still intact. I remember those tiles somehow (they were similar to those at Queen Elizabeth Walk) though my parents took me there only once. I think I screamed the house, or rather the pool down, when I dipped my legs into the pool. I absolutely refused to go into the water. But once back home, I began to badger my parents to bring me to the pool again. It must have gotten very irritating for my mum who put me in a tub of water and told me to pretend that I was swimming. Picture taken 5 April 2014.