Nostalgia

The words "There's no place like home", sounded like bell's ringing to me. It reminds me of my childhood, the life that has been drawn into oblivion. Way back in 1970s, I grew up in a small barrio in one of the islands in Visayas. A place where water is abundant. A place nearby a seashore that once had a beautiful white sand and tall mangroves which trunks couldn't be measured by the span of arms. It's so nice to swim in the seawater which color was as clear as crystal, especially during high tide. The smell of the sea breeze increased my appetite. The sifting of the waves tickled my ears like music in the night. Remembering them gives me a feeling of nostalgia. They said, "There's no place like home", but though, every bit of them has been drifted away in the sea of forgetfulness, because all of them have been ravaged by man alone.