Children of Sagada

I often visit Sagada to remind myself how it is to be a child again–when everything was majestic, peaceful, and careless. I go there to eat yogurt, to play in the rain. to climb mountains, to sing at the top of my lungs, to bathe in extremely cold water, to hide in the caves, to find myself.

One Response to “Children of Sagada”

  1. wow it looks like my place too. where is this? it is in somewhere in thailand or indonesia?
    i am from nepal.


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