I'm not sure if I wrote an article about my experience with a mango tree when I vacationed at my aunt's place. I can't seem to find it.
Anyway, I'll get to that later.
After I wrote Memories of Agoo: Home of Dinengdeng Festival another memory persisted. I think my brain wants to clean stuff out like my phone kept showing a warning that memory is low so I have to clear some space. I have to do that later on or else I couldn't store new things. I think that's what's happening with my mind. It needs cleaning out when in fact my mind is empty. What is there to clean?
There are certain memories that keep playing over and over in my head. As someone said in noise, clearing of space in phone memory or computer is writing down our memories. I use to journal before but then got lazy until eventually I stopped.
I was in grade 3 or 4 when my aunt brought me with her to their province. School just ended so my mom let me go.
When I arrived there, a neighbor who was a couple of years older than me became my instant buddy during my stay there. I forgot his name for that was many summers ago and I was only there once. On days that my aunt had to go somewhere, he would come fetch me from my aunt's home and bring me places. He brought me to the dam which I can still picture in my head. It was deep, cold and I remember feeling scared like something will come out of the water to snatch me and bring into the deep with it.
We searched for crabs in the river. He introduced me to some of the kids too. He would take me to neighbors to watch movies. That is the way then for TV is a luxury. Those who has one were kind enough have neighbors come over and watch.
Saigo No Iiwake (Last Excuse) by Hideaki Tokunaga was a song that was sung by the kids during their closing ceremony. Our aunt's house was just a few steps from the school. When we arrived there, school was just over and the next day is the closing ceremony. I watched the students perform that song both in Filipino and Japanese.
I have heard that song before but only in Filipino. To hear it sung in Japanese was a new experienced for me. I was amazed then. I thought all the kids there know how to speak Japanese. That's why whenever I hear that song, it always takes me back to that place.
The experience that I was referring to was when I tried to climb a mango tree after a rain. Me and my playmates decided to climb a tree. I don't know how to climb a tree then but seeing them do it made it seem like an easy task. I tried but unfortunately I slipped and as I did, my shirt was caught in a nail sticking out ripping my shirt and leaving a gash on my torso. I was bleeding, bruised and dirty. I hurriedly went home to my aunt who attended to me tenderly.
I still have that scar as a reminder.
To this day, I haven't asked my aunt who the kid was who was ever so kind to be my friend during my stay there. It's only know that my memory of that time seem to be persistently occurring. I'll remember to ask my aunt about that and hopefully she remembers.
I am grateful for that kid for making me feel home.
Have you had memories that kept playing over and over for a day or two? Could it be a sign? Could it be that the persons in those memories are reaching out?
All the photos above were taken from my walk this morning when I was out for a jog/walk. It feels so good to be out and about of course maintaining distance and wearing mask when in crowded places.
I thought I will be able to spend more time here since noise is down most of the day but I just can't. So I just had to do what I can do.
Catch with you again later. Cheers!
Yeah I also have memories of the past and I think it applies to everyone especially when it is a wholesome memory you dnt want to let go!