Nothing beats a friend

When I was a kid, I was never one to ask my parents to go out and buy me toys. The idea of playing at home by myself with a bunch or robots or cars were never appealing to me. It was so boring! And at a young age I never really got along with my little brother, who was a possible playmate, but / and is still too irritating to take up on until today.

I never really had the patience to think of stories or come up with dialogues with my toys. It was just so tedious, since you were doing all the work and all the talking. It got really boring, really fast for me.

Thank God there were a couple of neighborhood kids who were roughly the same age as me, who would become my play mates. I would go to their house everyday and ask: "Nandyan po ba si Pao Pao?"  with the puppy dog eyes and pout. (Pao Pao [Paolo] was my favorite and he still lives next door and we're still very good friends. :D )

Having actual human interaction, there are no substitutes for that, not even till today. I would still choose to go out with friends any day of the week, rather than stay at home and watch the TV or use the PC.

Literally going out into the sun and playing tag or touch ball or whatever else stupid thing we would come up with were some of my best childhood memories. And it makes me sad that more and more kids now-a-days are all cooped up inside their houses watching Dora explore instead of going outside and being an explorer themselves.

What did you do as a kid? 

Eat Well and Good Luck,

Harveyson Go

Night time dreaming 1.1

I used to watch Chuckie from Rugrats and just go green with envy. 

"Why does he have a blankie?! I  want one too!!"

But I didn't. My brothers and I all had individual blankets, but who got which one didn't really matter. Blankets had no emotional or sentimental values in our house. Or not for my brothers at least. But they did for me.

For some reason, beyond my comprehension, instead of attaching any sentimental value to the blankets that were being shared by the 3 of us brothers, I attached it to the blanket of my mom. I remember it being a quilt. Pink and cold on the outside, white with blue flowers, warm and snugly on the inside. I loved that blanket. I would always feel so safe, even safer when I was with my mom under it.

I didn't have my own blankie, my blankie was my mom's. And that was more than enough I guess. I miss it though. The last time I saw or felt it was in the 3rd grade, before we got up and migrated to China. And now, it's lost. And all I have is a memory of it. Pink and Awesome!

Eat Well and Good Luck,

Harveyson Go

Night time dreaming 1.0

I don't have any childhood memories of being tucked into bed or being read bedtime stories. And I'm becoming very bitter about it. Other people have favorite story books that their mom or dad use to read to them when they were kids.

FACT:

All I have is a stupid multiplication table. My mom would go 7 x 4 right before leaving the room, and I would go Fifty-Seventytwo-Twelve.

P.S. I'm still no good in math.

I don't remember having a bed time too. I just remember being order to go to sleep after finishing my homework.

Mom: What color is the apple?

Me: RED!

Mom: What color is the banana?

Me: YELLOW!

Mom: 7 x 4?

Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

What stories were you read to as a child or are reading to your children? I would really like to know what stories are being read to children, since there is a whole market out there of children's books. And I would like to know what are becoming the new classics. 

Eat Well and Good Luck,

Harveyson Go