Warning: This is nothing profound. I just wanted to share with you a trip down memory lane. 😊
These days, Raviv is obsessed with two shows: Brave Wilderness (if he’s gonna have a birthday bash, this will be the theme) and Little Big Shots. His penchant for Brave Wilderness isn’t surprising, because he has always been fascinated with living things. And it’s in his genes (obviously from his Tatay). Plus his teacher in his new school encourages them to watch it over other TV/online shows.
But Raviv’s fascination with Little Big Shots surprised me. At the risk of sounding pasosyal, Raviv has never been interested in Tagalog TV shows. Randy tried making him watch Goin’ Bulilit several times (because Randy and I used to love watching GB before we got married). On the other hand, I made him get interested in Sineskwela (searched on Youtube) to hit two birds with one stone: to make him fluent in Filipinowhile learning about science concepts. However, neither Randy nor I was successful.
Thus, we were pleasantly surprised when he became almost addicted to Little Big Shots. He watches back episodes of the Philippines, Australia and UK versions via YouTube. My favorite so far is Bella the Polyglot.
Cute and bubbly and smart! Oh what I would give to have a daughter like that!
Earlier, Raviv was watching Little Big Shots Philippines featuring a kid who is a fire dancer. While there are already plenty of fire dancers, I still couldn’t help but be in awe of the kid. But I’m more in awe of his parents for allowing him to learn firedancing. While the boy was dancing, I remembered myself as a little girl.
As a probinsiyana who was in grade school back when global warming wasn’t yet a hot (pun unintended) topic, one of my housechore duties was to burn dried leaves & trash in our backyard. This practice was fuelled all the more (again, pun not intended) when I heard this radio public service announcement over NDBC on how to avoid dengue. The lady announcer’s voice is still as clear as Crystal in my head when she advised: “Magpausok tuwing dapithapon…” then she described that the smoke would make the mosquitoes flee.
Still in my school uniform, I would sweep garbage into a corner under banana plants/ipil-ipil and gmelina trees then build a pyre. Whenever I see a trash, I would throw it into my pyre and imagine how many lives I was saving because I’m killing mosquitoes (now I wonder with regret how much damage I contributed to ozone depletion. Sorry😞)
One of my most vivid memories was finding a plastic in my pyre. I was amused to see how it was melting that I got a stick to get it. I was still on fire and melting that I suddenly thought of myself as a sexy firedancer. I raised my stick with the burning melting plastic on its tip andtwirled it, marvelling at the splotches of burnt plastic dropping.
And then bloop! A burnt plastic dropped on my left index finger. The pain was extremely excruciating! A huge blister was on my finger for at least a week.
More than two decades after, a scar from my short stint as a fire dancer is still visible.
But looking back, I still feel blessed that the burnt plastic that hit me was wee, and that it didn’t hit my face. What could have been.