Everyone gets asked, “Where are you from?”
Majority of people have a quick answer, but if you grew up military it’s not always that simple. Especially when I prefer not to divulge too much info about myself to a stranger. Recently I’ve been just answering with “Louisiana” hoping it’s an easy out, but since not many Filipinos find themselves “from” Louisiana, I still get asked “how” and “why”? Making me have to explain my military brat origins of having no origins, the many perks of growing up as a military child.
I was an exception I think, I did very little moving, my father would extend and re-extended assignments, so we ended up living in the same area for long periods of time. That wasn’t to say everyone else’s family was like mine, so even though I stayed fairly grounded, I had a constant rotation of friends. Adapting to the kind of lifestyle where you didn’t allow yourself to get close to anyone, because that was easier than saying good-bye. Yet another perk of growing up as a military child.
So, when it comes down to childhood, I envy anyone who is still friends with the people they went to grade school with, my little brother for instance. He still rolls with the same crew he ate lunch with in 3rd grade. I don’t get it, I don’t understand it, but I envy it.
I say all this because, there have been a handful of people from my childhood that I have regretfully lost touch with. It’s been decades since we last had contact, but I’ve thought of them and have shared our stories to anyone who would listen. Since this whole myspace/facebook era started, I’ve tried to look for them but with no success. Until a couple of days ago and have been playing catch up with some long lost friends. I’m thrilled to have found them and I certainly don’t plan on letting decades come between us again. Its nice to know that there are people out there that can validate my memories, it makes my life feel a little more concrete and normal.
...which brings me to a perfect point in the post to post childhood pictures...and as I dust off the old albums and flip through pictures...honestly, I'm not ready for that type of reminiscing or humiliation, maybe when I can come with with a good excuse for my Cross Colours outfit and Starter jacket...
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