Having said that, the truth is, when I was in second grade, I hated the NBA, which game replays were shown on Philippine TV at night. My father enjoyed watching it, and would switch the channel to its telecast when I was watching something, or someone, more wonderful: Wonder Woman.
The NBA and Wonder Woman were shown almost exactly the same time. So while I ogled at Lynda Blair's whistle-bait figure (and those eyes!), my killjoy father would change the channel to watch men...
Now, thanks to YouTube, I can watch her again and again anytime I want. And thanks, too, to cable TV; now I get to watch the NBA, especially this year's finals, live! (Things, indeed, come around.)
(So I was in second grade, and our school bus served elementary and high school students of the three Katipunan ave. QC schools: UPIS, Maryknoll (now Miriam), and Ateneo. The elder girls in the bus used to play with me, and passed me around, one lap to the other. And even then, at seven to eight years old, I was already having a good time.)
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