A sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.
It’s been sometime since I’ve experienced this. It’s a delectable feeling especially when it comes to particular item that brings back a favorable flashback.
I was at my parent’s place today clearing out my room, yes there’s still a lot of things I haven’t picked up yet. There I was digging about and came across several items which made me stop and recall that particular event.
Greatest comeback
First on the list would be my soccer trophies and medals that were all knotted together. A bunch of them were from younger years. A good portion of Gold and Bronze medals were in sight but rarely any Silver medals. But there is one that really stood out for me. The Gold medal for the Invermere 2003 tournament. That was probably my best and most fun tournament I’ve ever had.
My single goal in the semi finals guaranteed our team a shot at the Gold. But being down 2-nil close to half time in the finals surely had our team spirit down. That was when I sparked hope and made a glorious nutmeg on the goalie. Shortly after that, I drilled one into the top left corner setting the score tied at 2-2. That score held out for the rest of the game which brought both teams into shootouts. Unfortunately, I wasn’t so glorious when I sent that ball sky rocketing 10 feet above the net, but hey…that goalie took 10 minutes trying to get that ball out of the deep trench that was behind the net. But nevertheless, we still took home the Gold. Nothing more than a spectacular game to keep treasured in my heart and mind.
Schoolwork
Believe it or not, schoolwork does give me that nostalgic feeling. May it be a test that I completely bombed on or an essay I wrote that I was proud of. Gives me good chuckles looking at my past report cards. To tell you the truth, I never did like school in general. That was because I found no interest in the subjects that we were taught. But where creativity got the best of me, would have to be this next one.
In grade 2, we were given a task to write a short story about someone older and we had to write it in first person. Here’s what I wrote…
Now…if I translate that right…it should say…
My name is Tommy because I am strong and brave and good. I go to many places. I am in grade nine today. I don’t be bad in the school. I am the best teenager in the school. My school is named Deer Run. I get rewards every time. I am even better than anybody else. I am even the fastest man in homework. I am even the ninja warrior in the world. I do not stop and think. I am the best.
I’m not really sure if that made any more sense either. But hey, I was like 6 when I wrote that and I was still struggling with learning English. I think I did good. I’m sure this Tommy guy would think so too.
Family half the world away
Last but most important, would be this old picture of my family back in the Philippines.
(I’m the smallest one hanging onto my father)
For those who don’t know, I was actually born in the Philippines. We had a big family of six kids but weren’t so fortunate. These are one of the things that keeps me in check with why I’m here. Me and one of my sisters have been given an opportunity to live a better life. I don’t measure “better” by wealth or how many meals I eat a day, I measure it by what I’ve succeeded so far in my life. I’m not at a point where I have wasted away all that has been sacrificed for me. I don’t take anything for granted and am thankful for what I have and what I receive.
Looking at this photo brings back the two and a half years of what I can remember of the Philippines before coming to Canada in ‘91. From climbing poles to racing little cars down the street slope. Kinda makes me wonder what it would’ve been like to still live there. Probably wouldn’t be a web developer. But nevertheless, it’s nice to remember the earliest memory, for mine it was wanting a bottle of milk. That memory felt like a dream, but forever embedded in me.
Nostalgia
A sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.
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