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30 DAYS OF DEEP AND RANDOM QUESTIONS (a series)

 Day 5:

"What moments do you miss from your childhood"


To be honest there are a ton of moments which I miss, but three particular moments that I long to remember are as follows. We are not rich, nor we are poor. We are at the middle. Life was both pleasant and unpleasant. But one thing I'm always going to be proud of is that I grew up rich in experience.


Moment #1

Just running around the school grounds. Being a child, i was a wimp, but loved running around. playing during break time. It was a moment of pure bliss and carelessness. I didn't mind the scars and wounds from falling, but loved every momen as I ran through the schools corridors and walkways. It was a moment of feeling the wind go through your face, and the adrenaline rush from trying to hit obstacles or other people along my way. I was not a problem child, I was an average student but running felt like an unchained kid.


Moment #2

I grew up  in the town proper of our little municipality, to which it was situated between mountains and sea. And the best parts of it was that I can easily go to the sea if I wanted to or go with my grandfather to the mountains to experience the cold mountain breeze. 


Moment #3

One of the moments that I always could not forget and would always keep on replaying on my mind is moments with my mom. My mom and I have are close. But as I grew older a line was gradually being drawn. I was getting older, and I was starting to build my own life. While my mom stayed back and enjoy the slow passing of time, busy in her own world.

Do not get me wrong, my mom and I are still close and we still enjoy the company of one another, but the reality is that I miss our old bonding moments. One specific which I could neverforget was when me and my mom went to cebu for a medical check-up and decided to enjoy the rest of the day by going to malls, walking around, and went to every pizzeria we found. I love pizza, and my mom does as well. And it became one of our key bonding moments. That food escapade would be something I would always hold close to my heart as it was one of those moments wherein we did not care of the rest of the world but just enjoyed each others company.

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