my uncle didnt have a child then and treated me like his son, he would make mini parachutes with black trashbags and attached it to a small metal thing. Then iaangkas nya ako sa single nyang motor and go to a highpoint in our barangay and throw it then watch it deploy and fall. (sorry for littering)

thinking about it, he did a lot of similar things for me, took me fishing, made me kites, created old school fire crackers, played video games with NES.
(My father was working in manila most of the time kaya mas kasama ko uncle ko) I love my Tito!

Manood ng Maynila sa GMA tuwing Sabado, alas diyes ng umaga. Love those Dutch angle shots and bizarre commercials ads exclusive for that show. Bizarre siguro kasi di ko nakita o narinig dito sa probinsiya ang mga ina-advert nila

Nung nagbakasyon kami sa Baguio. Tuwing babyahe kami pa-Baguio dati lagi ko nireremind si mama na gisingin ako kapag may dadaanan kaming bamboo tree HAHAHA

My first birthday.

I have no memories of it that I recall, but I do have pictures. Everyone was happy, problems were much simpler back then. It is what these photos trigger in me that make it a favorite childhood memory, though there are much more memories.

Not that I long for those days again, rather I look at them with appreciation and cherish those memories in pictures, even if my one y.o. self could not retain those moments in my memory at the time.

I used to (ignorantly) find taking pictures pointless. Looking back, I'm glad I had pictures of important moments like these. Not the SOCMED kind, but the truly special moments, the snapshots of our lives.