MAH CHILDHOOD
Every memory takes place in the Philippines considering I lived there until I was 10 or 11 years old. My childhood was not as funny or exciting as some of you, but rather quite sad. Hopefully I’ll remember better things to write about as I go on. Let’s get started.
I remember when I was… I don’t know; young. I was playing hide and seek with the other neighbourhood kids. It was at the night time and we played it at the house that was still in the middle of construction right beside mine. It was dark, there was wood and cement blocks everywhere and other tools. So I went to hide and so did the other people. I was just sitting in my hiding spot when suddenly, a cement block was dropped over my head. This other kid, my neighbour/friend, was on the second floor of the house and for some reason thought it would be hilarious to drop a cement block over my head. He wasn’t even the one searching. He was hiding as well. I don’t think I cried, or maybe silently, but I know I wasn’t making any sounds of it - my brother reminds me from time to time how funny it was. I was just crouched with my hands over my head for a good 15 minutes or so - until my parents were informed of what happened and I was rushed to the hospital to get x-rayed.
Another memory: my first fight, heheh. It was when I was in 3rd grade, I kinda got beat up by a 6th grader. I went to an all boys school in the Philippines. Recess got a little rough. We used to play cops & robbers all the time with whoever wanted to play, regardless of what grade they’re in. So my team was the cops, and I was chasing this robber - the 6th grader. When I caught him, I grabbed on to his shirt (uniform, heheh). Since he was stronger than me, he tried outrunning me anyway, but the grip I had on his shirt was locked. So then his shirt just ended up ripping and all the buttons flew out. He got mad and pushed me. I pushed him back, then I got punched in the stomach then shover to the floor. It’s pavement, so I got scratched and started bleeding. Teachers came, he got in trouble, I got sent to the nurses office. I was a bad ass, I know.
One of my neighbours left his basketball at my house, so I decided to go and return it. He owns like the wildest dogs who will bark at you even though you’ve been to his house like a fafillion times. It was night time and I was headed to his house to give him his ball back. I saw that his gate (houses there, at least where I lived, have a closed fence with a gate - not an open driveway like here) was opened so I just walked in. The moment I took a step in, his dogs, 3 of them, started chasing me. So I dropped the ball and ran, and ran, and ran. I didn’t know where to run so I ran into the grass behind my other friends house and climbed up a tree. With the noise all the dogs barking made, my friend was alarmed and ran outside his house, saw me up the tree, laughed then called his dogs back in. I was crying.
Back then I got EXCITED about swimming. I mean, EXCITED. When I was really little my mom was gonna take me and my sister swimming. I don’t remember my brother being there. He was probably too young to go swimming then. I lived in a small complex-type area and there was a public outdoor pool there. When the three of us got out of the door, I let go of my mom and started running towards the direction of the pool. As I was crossing the road, this van who was probably going only at like 10 km/h, tops, (warp speed in the eyes of an excited [heheh] 3 or 4 year old boy) came out of nowhere and hit me. Being like 2 lbs, I flew. Blood. I don’t really remember what happened after that. I think the guy in the van drove me and my mom to the hospital to get me stitched up. I didn’t get to go swimming that day. It sucked.
Google Jollibee if you are not Filipino. It was like my favourite fast food place ever. I had several of my birthday parties there. As a kid you think everything is real. I used to think Jollibee was real. That was until one day, at the end of my party, when everyone left and my family was the last one there, I saw a guy going to his truck with the Jollibee costume in his hands. Dream killer, gosh.
I remember playing the annual Easter egg hunt at the club house. That was amazing.
I wanna upload pictures of me in my old uniform… I used to wear unifroms since pre-school, LOL. But I will get made fun of ;(
Sorry I went crazy with the length. I don’t have much fun memories but I have a bunch of boring ones I felt like writing about.
