One guava fruit in my hand can flood my brain with many happy childhood memories. Growing up in the province of Laguna, I have created and weaved many delightful adventures. One that will stay as one of my fondest memories while growing up in the province. Being pseudo-only child of my mother back then, I am usually up for fun and adventure after school. My best friend Helen and I are in tune when it comes to meeting together after school. Although she is one year ahead of me, we have mutual respect and enjoyed each other’s company. I was in third grade and she was a fourth grader. Our close friendship lasted until she graduated from Elementary School. I guessed we were closely knitted because we both liked tomboyish activity. We liked swimming in the river and climbing trees. We were also not intimidated of naughty boys when they picked a fight with us. We both were up to climbing the small mountains or hills near our school. We searched for trees bearing fruits. It doesn’t matter whether it was guava, mango, kaymito (star apple), anonas, or young coconut. We both could climb these trees very well.
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As a child, I am also comfortable being alone. I am not dependent to other children in creating adventures for myself. When I’m by myself, I used to go to the backyard of my aunt. There are many things I can do at her backyard. It is at an area where two rivers meet. I usually found solace there. I sometimes sat and lay on a parked fisherman’s boat under the bamboo tree, and day-dream while looking at the cerulean sky beyond the bamboo leaves. I also climbed this one big guava tree in my aunt’s backyard. Either melodramatic or imaginative, I talked to that guava tree and told the tree that she is my friend, and that I will name her Poinsettia. Every day during the summer it seems whenever I climb her, Poinsettia has guava fruits for me, much to my delight. Often I thanked her. I even solemnly gave an oath to Poinsettia that I prefer guava over apples, which is really true even up to this day. I sometimes hung myself in her bark and liked to climb to the topmost part of her. I climbed her even if sometimes she is wet with rain.
Poinsettia was one true friend for about two years. Then one languid lonesome day, approaching Poinsettia’s spot, I was so saddened to find her cut down to her trunk. I could not climb her anymore. Shocked and with a heavy heart, I went to my aunt and inquired why they cut the guava tree. My aunt said, her neighbor cut the tree because they are going to build a pig fence near that spot. Still in disbelief while dragging my feet, I went to Poinsettia and told her how sorry I am that they cut her. As a child I do not care whether I am foolish in talking to that tree, but I consoled my guava tree that someday, she will grow some bark again. Her trunk is still standing firm and deeply rooted to the ground. As time passes by she grew some bark and leaves, but it is not like her former glory where she can hold many children that like to climb her. I also grew up and moved on, but I will always remember that guava tree named Poinsettia whenever I have a guava fruit in my hand.