Reymon de Real PhotographyMEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD
I grew up in a sleepy village called Mangagoy in the southeastern part of the Philippines where the sapphire ocean meets emerald forests. Every 19th of July, the village celebrates its “fiesta” (founding day) highlighted by the presence of a carnival, visiting from another part of the country, and offering every child’s dream ride…except for a carousel. I remember riding a ferris wheel, caterpillar, octopus and bump cars…but never a carousel. So when I visited Florence, Italy last month, my heart skipped a beat when I saw a carousel in one of the town’s square. A part of me wanted to take a ride but my shyness overcame me when I saw kids lining up so I decided to just take photos instead. During my photoshoot, a woman with a cluster of balloons passed by and I luckily captured her in one of my photos. While reviewing my travel album a few days ago, I came across this photo and got transported back to my childhood with flashbacks of those happy fiesta days. I eventually rode a carousel on the cruise ship I went on a few days later but everytime I see one, my heart always aches for that missing memory of a young me happily riding a carousel.
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Beautiful Piazza della Republica.
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Aw, you should have ridden it and thoroughly savored the moment! I bet you would have made some people smile. 🙂 I’m glad you got to ride a different one later on your trip, though.
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Hahaha! The cruise ship had one and there were very few children passengers so I got to hop in and enjoy my ride.
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Lovely memories. Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for dropping by again and liking my photo.
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