My young life is at its turning point. Everything is brought down to a mellow... Here's my history..
All of us have our embarrassing moments. Some are bound to haunt us. Mine did- not just psychologically- but hard-core physically.
It all started 8 years ago when I was in highschool. It was a blistering August midday. Crowded bleachers. Fancy Filipiniana dresses. Cake mak-up. Girls’ giggles.
Looking for my friend, Leslie, I searched far and wide, proud to stand up to show my dark blue frilly skirt. Upon spotting her and an empty seat beside, I waved, and in a split second decided to come down to sit beside her.
I took a big step down, holding my Filipiniana by the sides. The next thing I remembered, I was upside down- my beautiful skirt ballooned and parachuted, landed and revealed God knows what. The crowded bleachers had a hole. I hit it bulls-eye with my right leg, the rest of my body in an eccentric, painful angle.
How a 200-pound whale got up and was brought to the clinic some hundred meters away, I don’t know. But there I was, with nuns and administrators around me, praying for my sanity.
More than the pain in my knee, and the long, glistening, bloody cuts on my calf, I think of the shame from my acrobat stunt.
But wait. I know I was wearing shorts underneath… right?
(Leslie, please tell me I was!!!)
