Maybe Monday - More Memories

After reading my sister's blog yesterday, I thought of sharing some of our childhood memories and how life was simple but also sweet.

• the neighborhood that we grew up in was not the greatest but we have childhood friends that we played with and to this day we still in contact with them.  Lito lives in Daly City with his wife and two kids.  Lani lives in Burbank with her husband, two kids and her mom, we call her Mama Cely because she is like our mother.  They were our family friends and it's great to be able to still keep in touch.  I saw them last May after 37 years and it did not feel strange after all those years.
• there were a group of friends that got together even after high school.  We would plan for special parties either for birthday or just an excuse to have a great time.  The big one would be our annual Christmas party.  We would organize a group to go carolling to raise money for our party.  At times there would be a fight as one or two would like to be the soloist to sing O Holy Night.  The other fight would be what songs we would do for a particular house.  But in the end, we would laugh about it because we would end up with enough funds for our party.
• a regular hide and seek game turn out to be an all day and night game.  We started playing around after lunch and continued until sundown.  One of our friends decided to hide on one of the trees around our home.  I have to mention that he was one of our friend with the darkest skin tones.  Anyway, since no one could find him, we all decided to go home and have dinner.  After dinner, our parents got a phone call looking for our friend.  All of us went looking for him in every place we could think of, called out his name.  I believe it ended this way, eventually he went home and told us the next day that he was so comfortable up in the tree and fell asleep and when he woke up he was very hungry and went home.

In response to my sister's blog yesterday about being picked as an angel because she was a good girl, well let me share a great story.  When she was in Grade 1 or maybe 2, she decided to throw all the flip flops of children in her class in the garbage. Not sure if she was upset or was doing some sort of revenge.  She must have stayed in the classroom while everyone went to play at recess.  My mother got a call from the principal that afternoon to advice that all this children are going home barefooted because her daughter did something special in class.  So I am not so sure if someone deserve to be an angel when you get in trouble in school.

Do you have childhood stories that you would love to share?  Please send me a comment.

This song reminds of our childhood as we wait for our school bus.