Dream Vacation
If I were to make the ultimate vacation in this lifetime, I'd say I wouldn't go to the world's holiday hotspots. Paris, The Bahamas, Thailand, even the sun and beaches of French Polynesia wouldn't be an option. For me the best place to spend my dream vacation is my childhood.
Yes, I would travel back in time to the days when my homeboys and I would sprint down the beach on summer mornings just after breakfast and play pirates on a local shipwreck. During the afternoons, we would go to an old farm and fly kites, or we'd spend an entire afternoon stealing green mangoes off our neighbor's yard. We'd have fun all day long until our mothers would come down yelling their throats out just to call us for supper. Evenings were spent watching adventure movies like the Never Ending Story, or Indiana Jones on the Betamax.
The rainy months of May and June, just before the new schoolyear starts, were reserved for the extreme rainy days game. Games like "tumbang preso" were played on top of a hill where my grandmother lives. You can just imagine the poor "taya" running after the empty Carnation Evap can down the hill. Or we could play wrestling games in my granduncle's rice field. We would all go home burning with fevers from playing in the rain, and our mothers would still give us a good spanking on our butts (that may have explained why I have such a hard butt, thanks mom!).
Anyway, I could go on and on blabbering about the heck of a childhood I've got, but I guess I have to put this to stop because tears are starting to blur my vision. Children born after my era should turn green with envy, because not all of them still experience what children in my days call a fun way to spend the summer. The best summer holiday for me is not an out of town trip, it's not a chill out session on the hottest bars in town, it's definitely not a trip overseas. For me, the best summer escape is the chance to visit my childhood and have pure fun once again.
Yes, I would travel back in time to the days when my homeboys and I would sprint down the beach on summer mornings just after breakfast and play pirates on a local shipwreck. During the afternoons, we would go to an old farm and fly kites, or we'd spend an entire afternoon stealing green mangoes off our neighbor's yard. We'd have fun all day long until our mothers would come down yelling their throats out just to call us for supper. Evenings were spent watching adventure movies like the Never Ending Story, or Indiana Jones on the Betamax.
The rainy months of May and June, just before the new schoolyear starts, were reserved for the extreme rainy days game. Games like "tumbang preso" were played on top of a hill where my grandmother lives. You can just imagine the poor "taya" running after the empty Carnation Evap can down the hill. Or we could play wrestling games in my granduncle's rice field. We would all go home burning with fevers from playing in the rain, and our mothers would still give us a good spanking on our butts (that may have explained why I have such a hard butt, thanks mom!).
Anyway, I could go on and on blabbering about the heck of a childhood I've got, but I guess I have to put this to stop because tears are starting to blur my vision. Children born after my era should turn green with envy, because not all of them still experience what children in my days call a fun way to spend the summer. The best summer holiday for me is not an out of town trip, it's not a chill out session on the hottest bars in town, it's definitely not a trip overseas. For me, the best summer escape is the chance to visit my childhood and have pure fun once again.
1 Comments:
where memories of a happy past is concern, yep, the world ain't an option huh?
it remains an illusion of pure innocence...of life and living.
this poem thrives too much in bliss and staggers from the harshness of reality.
i makes me ache to walk back in time as the abbot, and for once last happy glimpse... feel the carefree soul that i was...
but it mars my thoughts of looking beyond.
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