I remember walking on this bridge with two of my classmates in Grade 4. I was scared to death. The two boys sensing that I have phobia of heights, tried to take me farther into the middle of the bridge. They stopped when they saw me almost crying.
Leaving Butuan in 1978 and returning first time in 2006, the feeling of "being home" again is now in my heart. Meeting old acquaintances, classmates and visiting those places I frequented when I was a child, bring both sweet and bitter memories of my childhood and teenage years. This blog will contain mostly photos of my visits.
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