It's more fun in my imagination

I once believed that the Chocolate Hills in Bohol, atleast some of it, were actual chocolates. I was maybe six or seven then, trying to swallow as much as I can about Sibika at Kultura and Philippine geography when I first learned about these hills, which to my great disappointment, were not a Willy Wonka secret project gone wrong. The teacher was all-smiles telling the class how these hills- that were not at all chocolate- are God's gift to the Philippines. And I, being the know-it-all little girl with a sweet tooth, refused to believe all the nonsense she heard. I used to write my beliefs in the back of my Math notebook, saying “it's all a conspiracy, that the government does not want other nations to find out that we have these oversized processed cacao reservoir masquerading as hills.” Those many may not be my exact first grader words but it is the best way to describe the dread, irritation and maybe a slight hint of hunger that I experienced. I thought that Philippine authorities will assume telling the public about the true nature of the hills once threats were gone. In due time, I thought, everyone will know. Ten years after, nothing happened. So it's either I outgrew the belief or neighboring nations with hidden interest on the hills found out I knew top secret information and had to have my brain reprogrammed while I sleep. Let's hope it's the former. 

-assignment for Lit103 :)