I grew up in a small town. Small, is what I used to call it because it was never the size of the city where I lived in today, though, if you would count the shorelines and the beach around the town, surprisingly it would be a bigger place. For the sake of my memory, let’s just stick into calling it a small town. Here, I’ve attached a map of the place. Yes, it’s at the tip of the Philippine’s southern place.
I grew up with the beach at my finger tips. My father loves the beach and would take us there every weekend. I grew up bathing under the sun(though, I almost drowned when I was still young). The beach, away from the prestige of high-end ones where cheap. They cost around 2PHP to enter and another 150 PHP for the place to stay; compare that to high end one where your 2 PHP won’t be enough for the fare.
It’s a small town, almost everyone knows somebody that might be connected to you. It can be traveled in less than an hour– yep, that’s the main town tour. I heard the place is a city now, good for them. Since I transferred here in Cebu, I wasn’t able to visit home– that home, that edge of the Philippines home.
I’m not updated on what development happened there or what our previous home look like or if we’re still remembered by our neighbors; nonetheless, I still have a clear view of what my childhood looks like there.
Breakfast means 6 am and dinner means 6pm. I was blessed to have a mother who wakes up at 3am and preps us children even before the sun shines. We’re never allowed to play outside after dark, it was taboo. During school days, we’re not allowed to watch TV or stay late. Bed time means 7pm. 10pm if there’s an exam or something to prepare about.
At school, I used to go to a private Catholic school, we’re not allowed to wear short, short skirts, sleeveless tops or anything that would reveal your knee, breast or any part that may be “revealing.” It was the most sought-after school in town that my classmates ranges from the rich to poor students. One can see the difference between their social strata against mine, and the other spectrum of the social class. They would arrive in their shimmering cars while others arrive on foot. Their shoes, it was the only indicator, were of nice brand and shimmering also. Others, in the sad fate of rain and flood were already torn and ugly. My mother would buy me shoes if the last one already gave up, which took around 5 months or a year, if I am careful in using it. I never had a cellphone in High school, though as you may know, it was the peak of text messaging era; while my classmates would show me the latest one on sale. I would definitely die in envy inside.
We were supposedly conservative type of children. Afraid of going outside the world but then, whatever the nun’s and the teacher’s would have said will never hinder anyone from going into the world. It was a different one, a lot of my comrades were “culture shock” when they went outside. It was a different world, a free one. The preaching, doctrines, teaching that were instilled in us were tested and we’ve learned that you need to take your own destiny, you need to push some limits and find yours.
I grew up in a typical town, typical in a sense that you can find them anywhere, everywhere in the Philippines. It mold me to whoever I am now and whoever I might be in the future.
This is in response to: Daily Prompt: West End Girls