There was never a year I didn't go to Baguio. I have so many fond memories that consists of Baguio, and this goes way back to when I'm still a kid. I saw how the city evolved and how it has never failed to amaze me even though I've been there for so many times already. As if there's always a reason to go back. I remember strolling around the city with my parents, staying in Teacher's Camp back then, and I remembered how they used to make me eat red rice for the first time. Then there's this YMCA leadership camp I attended when I was in grade 6 and I remembered how happy I am to travel this far without any of my parents accompanying me and how I saw some of my classmates too in my previous school. I don't have a functioning camera back then so I bought a disposable one but I wasn't able to develop the film. Then there came casual year enders with my mother where we would go to Baguio just because of the weather. Then there's a day trip too with my father.
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