The sound of horses and terrifying growls of supernatural beings pervades my imagination when I was about 3 or 4 years of age. I remember vividly those magical moments with my grandfather when he used to crack open his radio, the volume in full blast, and a pack of cigarrete on top of the la mesa and we would listen to Prinsipe Adante and the likes. He was able to tune out anything and everything while listening to the clashes and bangs of metals and the footsteps of horses.
The stories I heard on the radio moved and took control of me more than television ever did. I was in another dimension. It is no wonder then that up to this point in my life, with all the advance technologies surrounding me, I still do not like sitting in front of the "box". It completely effaces the use of one's imagination. Of course, that is my own perspective. Others may think otherwise.
It has been a very long time since the days of what I call "radio shows". I want to be able to somehow relive those days by posting some of my stories and hopefully, others will submit their own kwentos to this site, so that we may be able to revive our imagination. |
