Photo by me.

Ten years old, few years after Dad left, we have moved over to a log cabin in the island. I remember the time very well. We lived normally, I went to school, Mom was a medical assistant, and things have been so very well living in the cabin. I can even remember the dancing that we would do when the music plays in the log cabin.

The one part that I remember very well, was when Mom brought home a motorcycle. A good pair of wheels like that would make parking in the city a lot easier, and it's fun to ride on. She enjoyed the two wheels and wanted me to be on the motorcycle.

I did not want to be on the motorcycle, and I was not very welcoming for the offer.

I wasn't too worried about how to balance on that thing while Mom drove it, it was primarily all about the noise it would make. It's not like a car at all because many would get used to the noise by now whenever someone goes out to the supermarket; And most would be inside the car when the engine stars. A motorcycle...

Did you know that before I wrote my book, I have always wanted to be a race car driver? Any kind of racing for that matter. If it involves race car helmets or any kind of helmet, then that means I am about to go really fast!

My parents were very serious about me wearing a bike helmet whenever I ride my bicycle. It's the law and it's for safety. Later on after growing out my hair for a bit, I began thinking that helmet hair looks pretty cool! Even when my hair is already spiked up.

I have been very into automobiles when I was very little; the little toy cars and trucks or any kind of thing with wheels that go fast. What I would do is whenever I play with my toy cars, I would sometimes align them in specific ways. Then, what I do next is that after I put them in their places, I then move around looking at the cars in a scenic kind of way; almost like a photographer would do, except I didn't know how to really use a camera that well back then. But it's true, I would look at the cars...