The other day I was feeling bored so to console myself with the boredom I felt I decided to go to the back portion of our house to check on the mini aquarium the family built and to take a peek at my old elementary school which is just at the back of our house. Unfortunately the gate was locked so I couldn't get any closer to my Alma Matter.
Back Gate leading to the Elementary School
mini aquarium
I just had a thorough stare at the surroundings around me and tried recalling some good memories. I remembered there were plenty of trees in this spot before (cacao, guava tree, coconut tree, etc). Kuya and I, together with our friends would then climb the trees to satisfy ourselves with the ripe fruits. It's also the same area where me and my friends and neighbors played. I could still recall how I would climb the guava tree with my high school notebooks with me to study. It was my way of isolating myself from everyone else when I wanted to just bury myself with nothing else but notes and books. On top of the tree, I would lean towards the branch which surprisingly had supported my weight considering it's a guava tree, then I would saturate myself with all my lessons. Memorizing my lessons aloud with the cool breeze blowing and the birds singing.. it was perfect!
At times I would climb trees for the purpose of secretly reading love letters and embroidering my imagination with all my fantasies and dreams. I poisoned myself with so many lies, created my future and a world that was entirely mine, as if I were God, only to get back to reality again when I heard "Nanay or Tatay" call my name.
There was also no back gate at that time. Sometimes, I'd be tasked to bring the "turkeys" and "chickens" to the school grounds to feed on grass. I did all of that, usually after class. Carrying a long stick on one hand and my notes or book on the other hand, I was engaged in multi-tasking then..lol.. Turkeys and chickens move in flocks so it was easy to manage them. I'd sit somewhere not too far from the animals and read my notes... The funny moments though was when the male turkeys would run after me. Their necks would go big and red. I would try to fend them off using a stick but when my efforts are futile, I simply run, with eyes on my back as I murmured my charming yet cowardly chant "sho! sho!" ...
(Sigh!!!) I'm such a miser of all of these memories. Just recalling these things now overwhelms me instantly. I wish there's a time machine that would bring me back to that period. But there ain't one. But the past will never be dead. I will carry it with me. My memory, my very own diary will always remind me of those cherished moments.
(senti mode :))
Back Gate leading to the Elementary School
mini aquarium
At times I would climb trees for the purpose of secretly reading love letters and embroidering my imagination with all my fantasies and dreams. I poisoned myself with so many lies, created my future and a world that was entirely mine, as if I were God, only to get back to reality again when I heard "Nanay or Tatay" call my name.
There was also no back gate at that time. Sometimes, I'd be tasked to bring the "turkeys" and "chickens" to the school grounds to feed on grass. I did all of that, usually after class. Carrying a long stick on one hand and my notes or book on the other hand, I was engaged in multi-tasking then..lol.. Turkeys and chickens move in flocks so it was easy to manage them. I'd sit somewhere not too far from the animals and read my notes... The funny moments though was when the male turkeys would run after me. Their necks would go big and red. I would try to fend them off using a stick but when my efforts are futile, I simply run, with eyes on my back as I murmured my charming yet cowardly chant "sho! sho!" ...
(Sigh!!!) I'm such a miser of all of these memories. Just recalling these things now overwhelms me instantly. I wish there's a time machine that would bring me back to that period. But there ain't one. But the past will never be dead. I will carry it with me. My memory, my very own diary will always remind me of those cherished moments.
(senti mode :))
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