Blast from the Past

Dear Kids,

Before I go to the current conquest or heartache, I think it is due to give you a glimpse of where it all started back in 1991.. that makes me exactly a chinky eyed 8 year old living in one of the more famed streets of Manila because of the folklore of the white lady.

Anyhow, growing up as the youngest kid in the neighborhood, my playmates where 9 to 11 year old boys and a handful of girls my age. 8 years old might be too young you say but boy did I start young!

He was an 10 year old boy from the neighborhood and friends with the cooler and older boys. He was skinny, fair skinned and had this easy charm especially when he combs his hair with his hands while playing basketball.

I remember that time when I would blush to the highest heavens when I see him or peek through our window if he was out playing already. Everyone knew that he was my biggest crush and he hated me for it. You see, having a crush during that time was like a death sentence and girls weren't exactly that appealing to boys his age.

My giggles would always be for him and how I wish I'd grow up quickly so I can be his girlfriend that can cheer on him while playing basketball or ride with him is his mountain bike. I also wanted boobies and be tall to get his attention but I guess that came later on though not exactly as how I wished for it.

This crush went on for YEARS and I was teased mercilessly growing up until he started getting zits and growing an awkward mustache that didn't quite make the cute of being a legit one. So I moved on and diverted my attention to Nick, a tall blonde haired, blue eyed cutie from a band called Backstreet Boys. More on that next time :)

So I grew up and he did too and I realized all I knew about him was he was a cute boy from my neighborhood named Jeremy. My first mini heartache but it brings back funny memories as to when it all started.

xx