Precious Precocious Memory

I have been thinking what to share in this blog because I have a lot of things going on in my mind like politics maybe or discuss some recent events like the Beijing olympics. I have to pause for a second and then go on for maybe just a little introduction of myself. My name is Ronel. My mother told me that its meaning was “song for the god” but ironically I can’t sing for god’s sake. I am the only boy among a cluster of four siblings. I am also the “bunso” (it means youngest in Filipino), people usually think that I am the spoiled or the favorite in the family but their wrong. I usually do the house errands and do the sub for the cooking when my “nanay” (mother in Filipino) is not around. I have also collected a good amount of scolding and pinching because I am too “pasaway” (naughty boy). I could not recall a time when I was not reprimanded. Everytime I go out and play with the neighbors I always end up like the bully. However, they always invite me to play because I give them “chichirias” (snacks). Kids are always like that, it does not bother them whether you hit them yesterday, anger just fade away that easily just on sight of the littlest thing that you have. Our neighbor used to ask my mother, where is your mischievous son? and she would reply, Oh, my son? He has become a good and handsome man now! I love my mother forty times more for saying that, and as expected of all mothers, they would always say good and beautiful things about their children. I was never my parents pet but I always make them proud by winning gold medals in my many quiz and spelling bee contest. My sisters who are jealous of my award will then tease me to like spell the word RENDEZVOUS and I will then tell them to spell CZECHOSLOVAKIA before I spell the word and then they will suddenly change the topic. I am glad that I have them as my siblings even though they always make a fool of me. There is this one time when a playmate told me you are “supot” pa and I retorted and so what I’ll be tule na this coming summer. I did not know that my sister heard of this ridicule and he told the boy, “so what if his uncircumcised yet, his putotoy is evidently bigger naman than yours”. That comment really blew my funny bones and for that I loved my sister twenty times more than before. I really have a very interesting experience as a child, as a school boy and as a youth. One thing that constantly reminds me of this experience is when the rain pours so heavily and the trees would sway like their dancing with the wind. Inside the house my sisters and I would watch television or play scrabbles and my mother will then give us a bowl of instant noodles to warm our stomach. How I wish we can do that again. How I wish I have the power to turn back the hands of time and be in that youthful bliss again!