Sham Shui Po molded my life and soul since my birth until one day I was fourteen as the jet lifted off the runway of Kai Tak Airport. The flight was long and during which my expectations for a new life in America had already extinguished my cherishable memories of Hong Kong. Fast forward, I am about to retire, and have found myself an incurable addict to photos and videos of old Kowloon, particularly Shum Shui Po, Shek Kip Mei, Tai Po Road, Argyle Street and areas I spent my early life. Every photo and every video has been a trip down memory lane, both sweet and bitter, as my life then wasn’t without vicissitudes, like most everyone else’s. But I don’t think there could’ve been a better training ground for the preparation of later life as Sham Shui Po. Thank you!