Once again

Once I again, I find myself with wet hair and limited time before an appointment.

May the Creative Procrastination commence!

I've had a bunch of random thoughts over the past few days that I meant to put down here so let me just get those out now, to be further developed later on (ha! where have I heard that before?!)

1. I should add photos or some kind of image with my posts for I don't know aesthetic reasons.

2. One of my early childhood memories was during Santa Cruzan season in the Philippines. Here is a photo not actually in the Philippines but in the West Village when I was about 17 years old during a Santa Cruzan. Yep, in my past life I was Miss Philippines 😹 I spent many summers there growing up.

I wish I had a photo of the memory I have from my experience of one of these marches in the Philippines. I must have been about 6 or 7 years old. The Santacruzan had to be at night but I can't be sure. Now I'm thinking, was it even a Santacruzan? I know I was in a white dress, my cousins were also either in white dresses, the boys in barongs. And I remember talking to my cousins, complaining about all the walking and wishing we had rollerskates for the occasion. That conversation is so vivid that I sometimes think rollerskating at a Santacruzan actually happened, like actually picture it. How funny is childhood memory, right? 

Anyway the memorable part of that night was while we were walking, I suddenly fell in a shallow, watery ditch of some kind. We called it a "canal". It was basically shallow canals on the sides of the roads for rain run-off. I'm guessing it is the equivalent of the sewers that are hidden in the cities with concrete. Gross right?  But what I remember thinking was, wow, did I just fall into the canal? I wasn't grossed out. It actually was kind of funny and I think I was in a little bit of shock - cousins, if you have a different memory of this, chime in - my childhood memory can be skewed a bit ;)

If my memory is correct, of that feeling of NOT being grossed out by fall in a canal, at night - it makes me wonder - at what point in my life did getting dirty and wet become a bad thing. Where did the wonder of dirt become bad? More importantly, how can I prevent that from happening with my own kids. I mean, the damage is already done for the most part - how can I combat that from getting worse? Know what I mean?