RF: I first commuted (alone) when I was 8 or 9.

(Another RF: I love writing random facts, okay? :D)

HAHAHAHA. Shocking, I know right? But it’s true.

I remember very clearly the day when I first commuted. I was in grade two at that time, so I must be 8 or 9 years old. I was in school, and classes were canceled because of I-forgot-what, and I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to wait until afternoon for my mom to come and fetch me. Fortunately, my brother arrived — someone must have informed my mom about the cancellation of classes. 

My brother told me that he still had a very important appointment and he asked me if I could go home alone. I just shrugged, because well, I didn’t really mind and I didn’t want to be a burden (even to my brother). So, he took me to a jeepney and he talked to the driver for like, five minutes, paid him, and told me to take the front seat and be careful.

So yes! That’s the first time I commuted alone. It was a bit awkward (and crazy) because when we arrived at our barangay, the driver kept on stopping the jeepney and pointing to a street, asking me if that was our street. I kept saying no and he needs to move further because we’re still far from our street but he kept on stopping. It was annoying, really, because I knew where our street was and I knew that I was not lost. But I was glad  he was concerned of me, and he was not a heartless driver.

I arrived home safely after getting out of the jeepney and riding a pedicab going to our house. I didn’t feel scared, not at all. It was an awesome journey and I was very thankful that the driver didn’t kidnap me or something! :D