Salad Days Dream

My sister found them in the attic a few days ago. I have finally found time to scan them this weekend. These are some of the few pieces of writings and artworks from the days in the refugee camp of Bataan, The Philippines. Reading the juvenile lines brought me to tears as images of the past came flooding back. The afternoon under mango trees making kites out of newspaper. The sound of the peddler selling balluts during monsoon season. The smile of my kind teacher as she shares egg rolls with my family. And many more.