Our family was what you could classify as middle-class. We didn't have it all yet we felt like we had enough. Kids are easy to please; as long as we had something to play with, we were good.
Case in point - we played baseball during summers with a bamboo bat and a tennis ball. Our bases were actually big flat stones. Our family friends from Malabon Manila, Israel and Josel Santos, spent two summers with us in Cagayan. Baseball was one of our favorite pastimes.
If we weren't playing soldier or police games (see earlier post), we were most likely running around the living room and/or dining room. I remember cousin Pia and I would often hide under the dining table and tap on the aunts' and uncles' feet and giggle.
Our grandmother had kept a scooter, skateboard and a bike in the rooftop, I remember. We had taken it a few times to the MacArthur park nearby and I remember enjoying it. But, sadly, all three were stolen.
If you consider fighting a game, then there were lots of it too! Pia was whom I fought with the most and most of the time, our grandmother was referee. We were both headstrong little girls. I don't think there was anyone that our eldest cousin, Tina, didn't fight with. She remembers me hitting her palm with a toy saxophone - she bears the scar from that fight to this day. I couldn't be closer to these two cousins today.
When it rained, we were in the rooftop. We loved the rain! I remember laying on the ground, pretending to swim with my cousins and night was encroaching the sky. Our grandmother pulled us out and shoved us in the bathroom before we could catch cold.
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