Once upon a time there was a young horse which we fondly name him as Kuda. He was young and quick . Check him out from the photo in 1960's when we were in school.

Well having not seen him since we left in 1963, it is natural to check him out now or else if we were to bump into each other on the streets in Australia, we would not know each other unless he opens his mouth and speaks. It is strange that our voices do not change unlike our image.

Having asked for a photo for 4 years, finally this old horse has manage to take one and here he is - Kuda san. Has not change much - still the kuda we know.