I just learned that this game is called “Hopscotch” in English. In our native language in the Philippines, we call this “Bikla-bikla”. It’s hard to explain the mechanics of the game, but it sure was a hit when I was a little girl.
It was fun to see the kids play hop scotch– and I cannot help but smile. It brought so much good memories! Oh the joys of childhood. No one took a photo of me, but I did play with the kids.
You’re never too old to become younger.
— Mae West
When Ria became very insistent on wanting to ride the bike, I thought it was going to be one tough job for me. I was certain she was going to have bruises. Crashes. Pains.
I clearly remembered how I learned to ride the bike myself. I was so desperate I wanted to ride the bike even at night. At mid-day, I did not mind the heat. Even in my sleep I was imagining that I was riding and speeding up.
It was not easy for me to see Ria crash. But that was so much a part of her learning experience. I just had to let go, because as long as I still held her she was not going to learn. She crashed and groaned and got up again. I cheered her on. And when I saw her ride on her own, there is nothing like it. My girl rides her bike on her own. Pretty soon she is going to have her own life. And I just have to let go.