In grade school, the block around our street turned into a little universe of its own. Our days were filled with running races, make-belief battlefields, and simple games that made time feel endless – with native fun-filled sports scrimmages such as patintero, tumbang preso, teks, holen, and syato. We played under the bright sun, and sometimes under a silver full moon; our laughter piercing the silence of the night. We would search the canals for lost marbles or other toy treasures tucked away, unmindful of health or cleanliness issues, certain that our not-so-clean exploration would yield joyous gifts. Summers meant beach days, where the sand and the sea shared their stories with us, even as our skin got burnt from too much sun.
School brought a new kind of team sport: basketball. My Papa bought me a basketball one Christmas, a gift that lit up my heart and deepened my involvement in the game. Basketball became a friend I could run to like a loyal friend, and it carried with it my hopes and dreams of a fun-filled future.
High school further sharpened my sports-skills. I found my stride as a player-coach, guiding my teammates and learning the rudiments of leadership and the value of listening as much as I spoke. From my first year in Philippine Science High School (Pisay) through third year, I wore both roles – as player and coach – with pride, grateful for every new experience that turned into lessons in leadership and camaraderie.
Then came a sudden change in scenery – from Pisay back to Divine Word College in Tagbilaran. I wasn’t faring well academically, and the tides of student activism in Manila would influence my path immensely. (More on this later.) Hence, I was ‘deported’ back to Tagbilaran, where I would spend the rest of my high school days. In Tagbilaran, my basketball skills would help me connect with people and the community there. I’d like to believe I was growing into a reliable point guard, someone who could lead with a quiet confidence and a steady hand.
Around that time, I discovered another fulfilling endeavor: sportswriting. It started as a natural extension of my Pisay days, where I chose Journalism as my elective over the different foreign language offerings. The habit of watching, noting, and telling stories still remains with me; and even now, I find myself returning to my writing desk regularly, because sports still holds a sacred space in my heart.
Looking back, I’m grateful for those early days of sun and games, for the friendships that added so much color and excitement into my life, and for the teachers and mentors who showed me that effort and heart can carry you far. I carry those memories with me as my little badge of honor, trusting that the future holds brighter paths to run, write, and remember – with the same innocence, gratitude, and wonder that filled my happy childhood.
Cover pic courtesy of YouTube. Other pics courtesy of Pinterest, Instagram, DreamsTime, Facebook, Global Campaign for Pace Education, New York Times and the Holgy Library.
Color My World 