Although my memory is not that good but one thing I always remember until now is the lesson our teacher taught us while I was in grade two. It was the story of the ‘Mango Tree and the Bamboo’. On that story it told us how the proud Mango Tree always fell or break during typhoon seasons but the humble Bamboo always survived and remains standing. One of my fondest memories as a child is going by the river and sitting idly on the bank. There I would enjoy the peace and quiet, watch the water rush downstream, and listen to the chirps of birds and the rustling of leaves in the trees. I would also watch the bamboo trees bend under pressure from the wind and watch them return gracefully to their upright or original position after the wind had died down.