Tuesday, January 22, 2008

life as a kid

When I was a kid, I used to hear mama complain about me. Don't get me wrong, I was a good kid. It was just that there were a lot of distractions back then. And what can a kid do with distractions? lol.. I used to either over-cook or under-cook rice when I was tasked to do it. Sometimes it looked like porridge but most of the time it was half-cooked. Lugitok ba lol! Many a times I was forced to eat it too if papa had a bad day. I would cry while doing it. They ate it with me because they didn't have a choice. Food was scarce those times. Between helping his siblings and raising a young family, papa's salary wasn't enough. So dili pwede maglabog ug pagkaon tawn. Most of the time the reason for those episodes was all the other kids were playing outside. So I had to do the cooking in a rush. Of course you can't do that with rice, you have to wait and be patient. Dili pa naman uso ang rice cooker sa una.

Mama would sometimes send me to the river to wash some rags. I didn't learn how to wash clothes until I was in college. She would let my younger brother go with me and we always end up playing in the water with all the other kids that even if I only had two rags to wash we spent the whole afternoon in the river. Only when mama would fetch us with a stick in her hands we remembered we had to get home to help her with other chores. Bunal tawn nga wala dinhi wala didto ang abot pirmi. Sabagay kami man duha sa ako manghud so mura fair pud to gamay lol.

I used to read tagalog pocketbooks when I was in grade school. Ambot ngano sayo man ko nakadiskubre ato. I would hide whatever I borrowed because I wasn't allowed to read those. My parents wanted me to read english books to improve my vocabulary and to make me familiar with the language. Siguro naa na sila feeling na makaasawa ko ug kano lol. I used to read pocketbooks under my blanket using a flashlight. One night I wasn't careful enough papa caught the glare on the ceiling. Ayo na lang gabii na wla mabunali. Whew! They made me throw a couple tagalog pocketbooks even if it wasn't mine. I don't remember what I told the owners about what happened. I tried to hid the books on a bush but sadly when I went back it wasn't there anymore. When I told hubby about it he said they probably followed me and then took the books and made sure I can't get my hands on it again. Maybe. Who knows?

To be continued...

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