my childhood

sunday.. on my way back from Tuburan (this will be in the next entry) I was half asleep in the jeepney on my way home, then i was just enjoying the familiar scenery of my home city -CEBU!! and then little by little, i started to remember things from my childhood. Bits and pieces of events from which i think that shines a little light on my upbringing. Maybe by posting these experiences, i may understand myself better. Because only by understanding myself can i understand others, something everyone wishes that they could perfectly do.

In cHronological order:

When i was about 4, i remember running around the house and looking at the kitchen counter like it was Sooooo HUGE! I remember hiding under the sink when we played with my siblings.

Around the age of 6 or seven, i remember going to a certain church "SAn Roque". I remember the night when I got my scar. I was running around the church grounds and i ran past a D-Bar (a metal bar used to hold hollow blocks) that was bent . A shallow laceration was made diagonally from my left ear to the back of my ear. A centimeter more, and my eye would have been included in the hit. I remember my parents using a superman t-shirt to cover my face and wash the blood, then they brought me to our volks wagon where i slept immediately. They continued the mass when i asleep for the night.(awwww, i wasnt emergency enough to skip mass. heheh) Surprisingly, I have no memory on how my scar was healing and thinking of the change it was going to have on my face. I guess its a regression of some sort.

I remember in my elementary years, there was a jeepney strike of some sort. And on our way to school, my mom invited STRANGERS from the road. yes, strangers whom i have never seen before. She literally yelled to a group of crowded people in the street waiting for jeep, urging them to ride. I remember being puzzled on why she would do such thing? We had no idea on who they were. They could be snatchers for all i care. And so, i experienced having almost ten people in our jeep-like vehicle as we were brought to school. (Later, i found out that it was a form of charity) It was a very memorable experience because, on our trip, my mom made friends and as one of them offered to pay for the trouble, my mom politely declined.

Around the same time and year, I remember also having people from CIT hitch from us. I was lying down inside our jeep-like vehicle, and then i was bothered by a student who was like 2nd year I think, who suddenly came on board. I remember being confused on what to do (and even thought of kicking him out) But then, we slowed down again and this time, a group of girls climbed in. (whooo!!) Oh no, I was outnumbered and embarrassed for having my hair standing up from lying down. As we then passed by the school, i noticed a LOT ( and i mean a LOT!) of students lining up and crowding for jeepneys. This was also the time that I learned that the thumbs up also meant "hitch".

I was sort of the quiet kid in my childhood days and these experiences just keep ringing n my head. I believe that my morals are rooted from my experiences. And im so glad to have my parents as the MODELS of my life. Everything that I am and I will be, remains because of them.