So me and mom and my aunt, we go to this relative's place to visit.

Back then the buildings would have this basic elevator, like a tin box, silver because it was steel.

Anyways, push the button, dap nip la!

The elevator doors open. It stinks like piss.

Ah ya! Dim guy gum chao ah!

My mom, she wanted to take the stairs. But my aunt says just take the elevator because the relative lived on the 6th or 4th floor (forgot now). Okay, all of us get inside the elevator. It was summer, so it was kind of bad.

You know, those elevators back then were not very spacious, so we stood in there going up. Not daring to move at all. I remember I think I was scared. Not terrified, obviously because I was with mom, but slightly scared. I don't know why. Maybe some dick will come out of nowhere and start pissing.

Now that definitely would have been scary.

Anyways the doors open, finally we get out of there.

We visit that relative three times I think I clearly remember. I remember once the elevator was clean, no smell, and that either was the 2nd or 3rd visit. My aunt joked about it, better than last time, she said. Riding up the clean elevation I felt relaxed.

But today, I am not ashamed to claim that that riding up a piss elevator really made me nervous. Possibly scared. Too bad cannot remember everything and all details from childhood. Fun timez!