Yup, same for everyone I think. Some flaws.
Ok, I chatted with my brother recently and he reminded me how we lived in a soi off Sukhumvit, would've been near the embassy. This soi led to a klong and our house was at the end with the klong bordering it.
There was a market not too far and when I escaped my crib - or my brother allowed me to in the hope that I'd get lost - I'd waddle up to a market and chat with the locals there - from whom I learned some interesting words - and they took care of me as I was the only blond kid around and if our maid or nanny didn't come to find me they'd take me back home after entertaining me.
Our neighbour, a Thai but with the shortened name Wong. Uncle Wong I called him.
Fell into the klong several times
Ah, stories