One day, during the customary recess, I noticed a group of four or five boys at the church patio. Hector was one of them and he seemed to have a nice discussion going on with another boy named Jimmy. I approached hoping to take part in their small convention. As I drew near, I heard Hector tell Jimmy “How about this one, will you fight him?”
Before I knew what was happening, Jimmy and I were throwing fists at each other. Goodness, I never had any idea what fighting was all about. There was no television then and any form of physical combat was not in my vocabulary. But I did lock his neck in one arm and pummeled his head with the other.
Blood gushed out of his nose. No, I was not surprised even if that was the first time in my life that I saw blood. I must’ve thought it was just another case of a running nose.
I don’t know if I was delighted and had no any intention of stopping the fight. I never thought that I should go to my corner. No, I had no intention of allowing my opponent a chance to get his second wind.
Thank heavens, some of the other boys had the sense to stop the fight. But I was not mean. I was just a four year old who didn’t know what was going on.
PHOTO: PandAcan Catholic Kindergarten (circa 1948). Front Row: Val Atienza and Jimmy Fajardo (2nd and 3rd from left). Second Row: Vic Cruz, Pepe Bunda, Jose Carreon and Mrs. Lucing Alday (1st, 4th, 5th and 6th from left). Third Row: Christia Umali, Erlana Gillo (3rd and 6th from left). Fourth Row: Hector Kulot and Bayani Beltran.
First Published on June 16, 2006