I used to play and enjoy with boys and girls of my age, but I play with boys most of the time. We played marbles, bat-ball, hide and seek (I was always the one hiding, not the one searching), fly kites, slingshots (tirador), climb trees, swings, slides, chasing each other, riding a bicycle, running and shouting with other children and other games especially barilbarilan”. Sometimes there was a quarrel among us but it was short lived. We don’t take it seriously especially when my enemy is eating something I like, we’ll be friends again.
My days were happy ones before I started going to school, I was 4 yrs. old then. During my preparatory school, to begin with, I felt very sad having to leave my mother and go off each morning to be amongst strangers. I cried and wanted my mother around, much to my teacher’s displeasure. My teacher taught me how to write, read, count and I kept on reminding her that I already knew that. My mother was used to teach me that before. I really don’t know what’s the reason why I have to go to school and learn everything I already knew.
Isn’t that confusing? As the days went by, however, I made friends easily in class and found company. I became happy again and actually looked forward to leaving the house each morning. To play with my classmates and not with my neighbours anymore. And I realize it’s more fun. I still remember those days when I was learning to ride a bicycle. I fell and bruised myself several times but I never gave up. When I get hurt, I cried and cried for nearly an hour in spite of my parents’ attempts at comforting me.
Finally, I quietened down when I was given ice-cream and chocolates. Finally, I was able to join my friends going around the neighbourhood on my bike. I was a mother’s girl and a father’s angel. Because I am the youngest and I am a girl, I get everything I want. I am the apple of the eye of both sides, maternal and paternal. Further I would always remember my grandparents spoiling. They would always arrive at our house with presents and sweets, all wrapped up and beautiful looking. They would never give me mine if I don’t sing to them!