When Days Were Young And Filled With Laughter

Illustrated by Umberto Brunnelesci

Summer had come and the sun was at its brightest but the wind was cool still. A group of friends decided it was too nice a day to spend inside a classroom. A plan was formed. We will all meet at my house and proceed to a nearby waterfalls. Ton ton falls it was called. The house where I lived during high school was inside the campus and my parents worked there. Ten paces from the abode was one of the gates to the compound with a shade from which my friends would be waiting until my parents depart for work. We were skipping classes that day so my parents could not know or we would all be busted. Ate Luz, a cousin of mine now deceased, God bless her soul, was one of the conspirators. As soon as mother and father were out of sight I beckoned my friends to come, all of them more or less a dozen, to the house to prepare for the adventure. It was going to be more than an hour walk through a jungle. Ate Luz then proceed to cook our picnic food. Chicken Adobo included.

We were all in high spirits, giggling and laughing in anticipation nobody noticed my mother walking to the door. Apparently she had forgotten something. Ate Luz, in panic lifted the pan with Abodo and hid it behind the refrigerator. We fell silent. Oh no! We were busted.

” What’s happening here? Why are you not in school? ” asked my mother.
” We are rehearsing for a dance number.” I mumbled a lie. Mother did not suspect anything and after taking what she needed she left.

Relieved we burst out in boisterous laughter. When the food was packed we bade ate Luz goodbye and started our forbidden trip. My memory is hazy as how the walk went on but I remember the boys were noisy and were teasing the girls mercilessly.

An hour or so later we reached a secluded cove lush with tropical vegetation. Happy sunflower faces around the waterfalls greeted us. The calming sound of water gushing down echoed all around. I looked up and the saw the sun sparkling on top of the falling water. The pool below was so clear and so inviting. It was a hidden paradise. The boys gave a hoot and stripped down to their shorts. The girls were shy and would not come near the water. Splash! Splash! as the boys dived into the pool one after the other. One of the girls I can’t remember who, said that this falls was cursed and we should not venture to the center as it could pull you down and would never resurface after. Us girls who were sitting on the grass listening to her felt a sudden chill. We were scared to go for a swim and was content to just dip our toes in the water. The reckless boys cavorting in the pool teased us and tried to drag us there. I do not know who had a crush with who but there was a lot of flirting as adolescents knew how to. Satisfied with playing in the water the boys each sat with the girl he liked.

Came noon, food was laid out on banana leaves on the ground. We squatted and enjoyed the sumptuous lunch that each one prepared. Annabelle I think, said her house was near and we should come and rest there after. We all agreed and soon on their living room we were all lying down like pigs ready for a slaughter. Her mom was cooking some native delicacy for us. It was the first time I tasted Laing. Gluttons we were so full that the food we ate were coming out of our eyes. Sleepiness sneaked in so I went to take a nap on a divan while my friends played a card game called old maid. Who ever gets the old maid card loses. I was just about to doze off when we heard a vehicle pulled over. Darn it was my mother and father. I didn’t know how I did it. My friends were all sitting on the floor in a circle and I dove right in the middle. Trying to hide from a sound scolding that for sure was coming. Apparently Annabelle’s older brother who was in the house earlier went to my mother’s clinic hoping to borrow some money from her when she refused, he snitched and told her what we did.

Meekly I faced my mother who of course reprimanded me for lying and reminded me that if something bad had happened nobody knew where we were and I would be held responsible for my friends. Humbly I agreed and told her how sorry I was. She said I’ll talk to you at home later. Dread immediately descended upon me. Funny, how days starting in excitement sometimes ended in regret.

Walking home the mood was somehow dampen with my uneasiness. Each was silent with their own thoughts. Only a few weeks were left before our high school graduation and big decisions were looming on us. Of what the future holds. Concerns were raised that this bond we had will never be the same. Soon fate will pull us in different directions and a similar fun we will never experience again.

Positive results of exams were announced fortunately when we reached the campus saving me from a sharp rebuke. All my trespasses forgotten. The school was abuzz with excitement for the year ending. The teachers were more than forgiving. Understanding that youthful follies are precious and fleeting.

*Illustration by Umberto Brunnelesci

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25 thoughts on “When Days Were Young And Filled With Laughter

              1. Ay!!!!!! hindi naging kami Ate, peksman!!! hahahahahah ano ba ito? pambihira! He was really a very good friend, di ako type nun kasi ang gusto nun, ala-barbie doll… promise! ako ang tagalakad hahahahah (nag explain talaga hahahahah!)

                hmmmmmm… naku… kanino ka nga ba na-link? *katok ng ulo…hmmm… mabuklat nga ang mga album ko sa bahay pag-uwi this week end… makapag research para sure …hihihi

                  1. hahahaha

                    lagi kaming magkasama ni joel kasi we were very close competitors di ba? kung ano ang laban ng isa, laban din ng isa…. point something lang ata ang lamang ko sa kanya nung pag graduate namin… pinagpawisan akong lagpasan sya in fairness hahahahaha… pero despite the tight academic competition, we were really best buddies… 🙂

                    manghahalungkat ako hahahaha 🙂 basta!!!

  1. Naku Ate, you know how close our barkada was di ba? and all of these, I think we (the JJRAL and the BHADSTAR) have common experience dun sa falls… hihihi you did cut classes? cant believe u hahahahah! Your group were our idols :)… ANyway,, we had our share of kalokohan also… shhhhh…

      1. yes tonton falls was very popular as an escapade destination for tropas and barkadas ate… hihihi di ba plots ninyo yung nandun sa engineering? kung sa inyo iyon, may confession ako… kami ang kumuha ng mga pechay doon, isinahog sa sardinas hahahahah baon sa falls 🙂

          1. patawad po!!! tao lamang hahahah…. sipa sa tingga ate at chinese garter sessions pag break time habang naghihintay ng turn sa table tennis o sa volleyball (sa putikan)… pamimingwit at paggagamas hahahah…folk dances, modern dances, choir, rondalla, essays, poster making, parliamentary procedure na malupit, lahat yan pinagkakitaan, este, sinalihan pala heheheh….. very very RCAT!

  2. Wow! This brought back a lot of memories….di mo ko sinabihan nito Jofelyn ha…di tuloy ako nakatikim ng laing at adobo…hahaha…High School life…Yes..daming kalokohan specially me…I remember kasama ko mga loko kong barkada. Di ko na sasabihin kung sinu sino kami…di ko na din maalala e… one time na nag cut class kami [among many] merong nakahuli ng isdang dalag using someone’s under wear….hahahaha…pero na ihaw ang kawawang dalag nang alang asin at paminta…sarap naman sya…boy O boy..Na miss ko tuloy ang Sampaloc..Thanks for Posting Jofelyn…. =)

  3. “Foolish” escapade, but it made up for a memorable adventure. Now we look back and wonder why we did not do it more often. As for me, as a city boy our escapades were to the mall or to the movies. I remember my friends and I skipped class one day and met with our teacher of the day, Clint Eastwood: “Go ahead punk, make my day!”

    By the way, thanks for the follow.

    1. Hahaha! Manilenos often cut classes to go the movies. I did too during my college days in Manila. The movie houses were not yet in the malls then. I enjoyed your very nostalgic posts about the Philippines. Gusto ko na tuloy umuwi!

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