November 17, 2020
Teenage memories of just about anything yields a mixed bag. Family time was still there, however, a third of this "era" was spent apart from each other, in all senses so it's scattered and not concentrated as those summer afternoons that defined my early years. My memories are occupied by a lot of major friend-related stuff, Baguio mostly, being alone yet constantly being with a group, trying something for the first time, frantic journaling, my first overseas trip, lying a copious amount, the best siomai in Sta. Ana, flying to Baguio, my first kiss, walking barefoot in the rain.