Beach

I was 5 years old when my father brought me to the beach. The memory was still vivid, as if it was yesterday. It was in Anilao, Batangas. It was my father's barkada outing, and total bonding time for us. I can still remember the texture of the sand and the rush of the waves when we went boating. My father knew a thing or two about fishing and had his conventional yantok-made fishing rod. Can't remember if we caught any fish though :)