Children these days belong to a wired generation, adept at playing games on computers and tablets. Things were quite different in the 1980s. Languid afternoons spent reading favourite books, and having tea parties with stuffed animals were some of Liew Hanqing’s best childhood memories. Time seems almost to have stood still in my old room at my parents’ house, where some of my oldest, most prized belongings lie encased in glass cabinets. Beside the glass cabinets is a tallish bookcase, containing the books my mother used to read to me as a child. Those were the days – we did…