Childhood Memories

Where I was born - Gumaca, Quezon a significant place, a town suffused with history. It’s almost at the tail-end that long stretch of Quezon. A lot of coconut trees the source of many creations – like oil, wine, vinegar, and many others common in Tagalog region. Houses in the mainland, were razed by fire a number of times. antiquated buildings with Spanish influence in architecture they’re already gone, just a vivid mem’ry. As a child growing – in a cul-de-sac road fear hovered and made us stay home with unconventional crowds in our neighborhood. We knew each other we formed relationship as friends and caring neighbors. The church and municipal hall a rendezvous for sacred celebrations, cultural shows and other functions; a linkage to unity and appreciation. Our schools – both public and Catholic, made a great contribution, along with religious devotions in our educational formation. My childhood classmates, friends and acquaintances reminded me of our good, ole days; a wealth of experience to cherish. We used to play, laugh aloud and hang out at our place, with my younger sisters, we would play ‘hide and seek.’ We used to fight too, scream and yell to one another, when our game seemed to turn out like a tight competition – we’d really shout and yell. Oh, my childhood days! those refractions of the past enable me to seek constantly God’s presence in my own journey.