Traveling: A healing process

What I remember was when my Father died, we always go to other places to had our vacation. My mom's doctor advised her that during Christmas break and summer break we should visit to other places so that we can easily recover from my father's death.

It is a good thing that we did that. It was fun and enjoyable and I became more enthusiast in traveling. Thanks to my mother who exposed me earlier to the world of traveling.

Childhood memories of being Laagan

I'm not that really certified "laagan" but I love to roam around. I can't stay in the house for quite long. Even when I was young, I remember I was scolded because early in the morning I left the house and went to our neighbor to play.

When I came back to the house my father was so angry because the uncooked fish was eaten by a cat. I think I was four years old at that moment, a vivid memory of mine.

I'm also four years old also when I was left alone in Malaybalay, Bukidnon and travel alone to my father's hometown, Dalirig, Bukidnon. It will take you around two hours to travel from Malaybalay going to Dalirig.

I think I acquired it and I developed it. The love for traveling and exploring something new and adventurous life.