Fondest Childhood Memories

Childhood memories are a part of us and will always be a part of us. Whether it’s a childhood that’s far from perfect or one that’s like out of a fairy-tale book, our past experiences play a vital role in molding our characters and habits. The fondest the childhood memory is, the harder it is to forget. At least that’s how it is for me.

I grew up in the Philippines and my family moved so frequently due to my father’s work. When I was 3 years old, we did a major move from our province of Negros, in Western Visayas to the islands of Samar and Leyte in the Eastern Visayas region. There was a stark difference in livelihood, lifestyle, food, especially the dialect/language. It was like being in a whole new country. We had lots of funny moments as we were adjusting to a life in a new, strange place.

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Many years in my childhood were spent in travels with the family —moving from one place to another, from one house to another. I thought we were so rich we owned way too many houses. There were also many tearful goodbyes which made me realize that life indeed is a constant change.

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Every New Year’s Eve, Pa would be outside lighting firecrackers. Ma would make us eat ‘more’ snacks. Once the noise died down, we’d gather together for a special family prayer before we head off to bed.

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Our family frequented the city plaza on Saturday nights after church. We’d either grab some bbq or pop corn while we gaze at the stars or chase each other on the green grass. Sometimes, the city had some entertainment, too. Once, a friendly crazy man came out of the dark and grabbed my elder sister’s popcorn. He was gone into the dark just as soon as he got there.

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Pa would sweep Ma off the floor and hold her in a sweetheart carry. As he carried her across the room, he would twirl her around and say, “Your mom is so light, she is as light as a cottonball” while Ma would laugh ’til tears run down her cheeks. We’d tease him how his face was as red as tomatoes.

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Pa started our own version of the show WeeWee Jamboree. We got into a competition against each other: memory verse, singing contest, speech contest, etc. In the end, we all won something. We all received kiddie snacks as prizes. This made me really grateful for my father’s fun and playful side.

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We went caroling one Christmas. With his ukelele, Pa took us around the neighborhood to sing carols. At that time, we lived in a subdivision where most houses have gates and barking dogs. We went home that night without dog bites but a handful of coins which we spent at a neighborhood sari-sari store.

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My friends and siblings always played together, usually after school and the whole day during the summer. There was a tree in the neighborhood that had fruits that tasted like cashew nuts. Most of the kids in the neighborhood went ill that night, including us.

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Sundays were always fun days. We usually spend it on the beach. When we’re home, our folks wake up extra early to get fresh produce from the wet market and we always had the most delicious food served on the table.

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We used to own several dogs and cats, a few birds and a grayish brown monkey named Queen Best. She loved to store food around her cheeks especially on church days when it usually took us longer to get home. She seemed to know what day it was.

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At 3 years old, I was hit and was run over by a car. Except for a few scratches on the forehead (where the front hood hit me), I went out of that accident alive. If that blow on the head caused me some amnesia, I did not have much in my memory at that time. I believe my guardian angel watched over me that day. I am here today blogging about this miracle story which I will pass on to my children once they’re old enough not to cry for me. 😀

Story of grace

I have tons of favorite childhood stories to share but I will keep some to myself for now. I am hugely grateful today for God’s mercy, His protection, His love and for making me live long enough to tell my own story of His amazing grace. I was given another chance at life that day…and I am and will be eternally grateful.

*This post is part of my 31-day Challenge: The Power of Gratitude Series. Click on the image below to be directed to my posts. Thank you for being here today!

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What are your fondest childhood memory/memories?

Always grateful,

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