Adventures in Childhood Mischief

Looking back, my childhood was a series of wacky disasters and adventures that were actually the perfect rehearsal for plebe year in the Academy. Whether I drank fish sauce like fine vintage wine, or played barbarian barber on my own eyebrows, or pulling off a “Mission Impossible” adventure in downtown Sta. Cruz, I was inadvertently training for my future in the Army. These escapades weren’t just mischief; they were early masterclasses in audacity, self-reliance, and the art of the calculated risk.

A Happy Childhood

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 those good old days.

Goodbye, Tagbilaran; Hello, Manila!

Growing up, I learned that one’s development doesn’t happen with one single blazing stroke, but through the slow tempering of one’s character. I learned to measure strength not by imposing one’s will on others. I discovered that life wasn’t always fair, and, having witnessed firsthand my Papa’s struggle as a PAL employee, I developed an empathy for those who have less in life.

My Early Years in Tagbilaran

If I close my eyes, I can still hear the echo of those days – the creak of the tartanilya’s wheels, my mother’s whispered prayers tucked into the din of the church bells, even the frenzied sounds of children playing during recess. Those early memories provide moments of innocent laughter that fill my corner of the world with so much life. These moments of loving and learning settled deep into my young child’s heart.

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