time cannot erase good memories

Last week, I found myself looking back on my childhood and younger days as a sort of reflection during the Holy Week. Flashbacks! My thoughts suddenly returned to my birthplace – the place and the home where I grew up. This is a part of my life where I will always cherish the most because those days were my carefree, innocent, and free-spirited days.  Aside from the wonderful upbringing of my parents, the challenges I have encountered during my childhood have made me a stronger person – someone strong enough to face life's challenges as I moved forward towards adulthood.

an old photo from my childhood...

another old photo with classmates...

Today, even though I already have a family of my own and living far from my first home already, I am still happy that I am connected to my classmates, friends, and neighbors in the past. Thanks to technology and social networking sites, we are now able to keep in touch. Just even seeing pictures of old acquaintances from my hometown brings me back to those childhood moments. Oh, I can still remember those fun times just playing traditional games with our contemporaries, back when computer games and the Internet are still not in existence. As time goes by, I realized that so much has changed already. So much of the place has changed since we left. Almost everything and everyone has changed. I think I have changed as well but there’s still one important part of myself that has never changed – it’s my heart! There is a large compartment in my heart that beats for my birthplace and all the people that are connected to it.

the road that almost didn't look familiar anymore :-(

I never meant to sound a little emotional like this. It’s funny how it got me to think and write this far. I remembered only a few minutes ago, I was merely looking at large wall clocks online. One pendulum wall clock I saw there looked familiar. It looked like my grandmother’s (from my father’s side of the family) antique wall clock. I used to hate how it sounded before each time the clock would strike at twelve midnight. It reminded me of horror movies I have watched back then. Ah, useless frights! Now, I already want to own something like that in my own home. I also realized how much time has already passed. Grandmother had been gone for ages. Then I remembered other significant people in my life that have also left this world. Grandfather, mom, and other relatives - they are already gone but they are definitely never forgotten. Recalling my childhood brings happy memories of them back alive.

Certainly, time cannot erase good memories, can they? :-)