Project 8 is where I call home since we moved there in 1958. Originally a government housing project that was the last one to be built (from Project 2 to Project 7 in Quezon City), it has evolved into a different place. I remember the parish church where we hear Mass and where some of our family's baptisms and weddings were held. I still remember the uncovered basketball court, in front of the church, where tournaments were help and moving film showing by a traveling projection van sponsored by a commercial product company. In another corner I remember the store we used to have on my mother's friend's lot who has now since to the States also. I would keep watch for days and on the weekend go on dates with my girlfriends after earning a few pesos and free meals, to booth. I remember a round skating rink which given way to a tennis court and a grandstand. And I can still see the biggest and tallest house once owned by a good friend and kababa, Bubot. In it's place is a even bigger and beautiful mansion.
The streets may have become narrower and the whole community crowded by US standards, but, it's the only place I call my neighborhood, where i grew up and shaped to what I am today. And it's a decent place to grow up, nothing fake, nothing fancy, just clean and hardworking middle class they now call barangay.
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