Ahhhh...the good ol' days.The laughters and the tears.The silliness and the madness.BUt i am thankful for all of it.It had made me who i am and what i had become of myself.Best of all,i am grateful for what God had laid out for me from the beginning of my existence..even though i thought that my life wasnt cut out to be something great and interesting but as i journey along...i'm realizing that every pitfalls and blunders,discouragements,defeats along the way gave me valuable life's lessons which somehow gave me the courage,strength,encouragement and wisdom.
I remember those times when i thought that mommy was just so cruel to let a 7 year old kid do home chores.I do the laundry and iron clothes.I babysit my younger siblings and took them to bath,make milk,etc.I felt i miss out so much in my childhood.I was miserable when i was in high school,i had one pair of uniform,and mostly hand me downs from our well-off cousins...mommy would more likely modify it.I never had liked my high school life..because i was timid,got low self-esteem,i felt i was ugly.So much so that my pen name in my diary was "ugly duckling".The most embarrasing thing that happened in my high school life was when mommy insisted on perming my hair..and it turned out like michael jackson's hairdo!i turned up one morning with the hairdo and saw everyone laughing..so i ran out from the class..so embarassed that i dont want to go to school anymore.But i just cant stop schooling isnt it?So i went back,tried to be brave and moved on.
Hayyy..those days...i like to remember happier times with mommy and daddy...when its summer and we would be hearing mommy and daddy's steps as they would wake up in the wee hours at 4am and heads to the market...as soon as they get back from the market,mommy would would tell us to pack our beach bags...and everyone of course get moving and were generally excited.Daddy would hire or borrow a minica(mini car)from his mate and we would chuck ourselves like sardines (hahaha!Figure out how we manage to do that when we are a dozen!)
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recalling childhood memories once in a while enrich us as we walk the path to learning and growing..daw ka therapeutic man at the same time...haaay..i want abe to have as much memories as he can get. happy memories that is.
gid ann.it felt really good when grief sometimes attacks me..i just go to the place where i can be happy and that's when those good 'ol happy days brings me to quiet ,serene but happy state.
siling ni fr niall sa iya book Seeds of Injustice, while he was suffering in prison: "God had made me so happy then that it could be my strength now." he was referring to his happy days as a young boy...
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