Nostalgia #26: Me in Manila

I was 4 (almost 5) years old when I first went to Manila. My sister brought me there. I have some funny memories about that trip. I know that I wanted to bring home an airplane because we often pass MIA (Manila International Airport) which means I always see an airplane in their terminal and I cried because I wanted one. There are some memories that up until now remains a family laughing matter.

I have treasured the outfit I was wearing in this pic until I was in high school. I think this was the nicest outfit that I got for a long time.