Reminiscing My Mountain Adventures

I need to sleep early tonight but my excitement keeps me awake. Tomorrow, I’ll be trekking in Mapawa with my office mates. I can’t help but reminisce the memories I had climbing down the mountain to visit my grandparents.

I was so clingy before so my mother can’t go anywhere without me almost forcing her to take me. So even if it was tiring, I’d still go. But I know I always loved going there. Now that I think about it, I want to go there again. It’s been so long. I miss the place, the noisy hungry chicken we would feed with corn every morning, the sound of the river, the peaceful feeling that comes with not having electricity and the conversations I’d have with my grandparents.

I think the last time I went there was in high school which was five or six years ago, with my brother and cousins.

My grandparents’ house was just on the foot of the mountain so we had to go down, cross a river, walk a little more until we reach them. Sometimes I’d run ahead of everyone so I could get to the house first and tell my grandparents proudly that I got there on my own. (The feeling of achievement wasn’t difficult to achieve during those times.)

We used to go there two or three times a year. It stopped in high school because we had school to focus on and then college got us even busier. My grandparents also moved away to live with my Aunt because they were getting older so it would be harder for them to live alone. Now, there’s only my grandmother. I bet she misses the life in the mountains. I wonder if she thinks about that old radio that needed to be turned over and over to get a reception. I know I miss it.

That place was somehow a different world, a paradise away from the stress of having a more convenient life in the city or the more developed towns. It was also there I learned many things such as riding a horse and siwmming.

I remember swimming under the heat of the sun and never minding it until at night when I couldn’t sleep because my back was burning. Those were happy memories. I wish I could go back to being a kid again and relive those times.

I didn’t know how much I missed that part of my childhood until now. I’ve never really thought of it these past years. Our trek tomorrow is bringing back a lot of my memories. It makes me want to go back. Really really badly.

I know I will go back one of these days. Maybe next year?

But for now, I’m just looking forward to the adventure tomorrow and the next remaining months of 2019. I’m so excited and can’t wait to make this year full of happy memories and unforgettable experiences.