Memory Walk

A gentle breeze stirs memories as I stand on this familiar ground, its rough texture a tangible reminder of countless childhood games played here under the sun. The earth itself seems to hold the echoes of our laughter, each tiny stone and crack a silent witness to the joy and camaraderie of those days. Looking back, the rigors of school fade into insignificance compared to the radiant glow of playtime. The intense focus during a game of tumbang preso, the strategic maneuvering of sipaan bola, the shared triumphs and defeats under the shade of the tallest trees. And then, the stage the nervous excitement before receiving an award, the exhilaration of performing for a cheering crowd, the feeling of accomplishment and pride. These weren't just games and performances they were the building blocks of my childhood, forging friendships and creating memories that remain as vibrant and meaningful today as they were then. This place, this ground, holds the es...