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

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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.

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