A Journey Back To Endor



The banana orchard at the back of my aunt’s house is long gone and I can barely remember how it looks like already, but if I close my eyes and think hard, I could still remember how it feels like to be there.


The orchard was a part of Manong Pancho’s property. It is untended, mosquito infested and magical. The banana orchard use to be our playground. I still remember how much my mother hated it when I play there because of the stains on my clothes when I go home. Yet no matter how many times I get pinched at my arms for playing there, I can’t resist going. We love pretending to be Ewoks, the furry, short, stocky, flat-faced, bear-like looking creatures living primitively in the forest moon of Endor. This George Lucas creation that first appeared on the movie Star Wars became our constant persona when we are playing at the banana orchard. That banana orchard was our Endor.


Usually when I arrive at the orchard, the brothers, Mado and Mar are already there, since they live the nearest to the place. also the brother tandem of Jon and Tirso (not their real names), and so with cousins Dino (not his real name) and Rowen.

When we’re playing ewoks, I was always Wickket, the leader of the ewoks, the other guys would think of their own names. Yet even though we play parts as ewoks our natural personality would eventually turn up. Mado and Mar are inseparable even when their roles (according to their names) as ewoks should not. Dino is quick to smile, he is a daredevil but he listens to me. He likes adventure and the youngest of us all. Jon is the bossy type and Tirso is the playful one. Rowen on the other hand is the silent type. We have different personality, looking back now; I wonder how we survived as friends.

When we assume the ewoks persona, everything turns magical. A simple banana tree would turn into an impregnable fortress, stones would turn into gold, sticks would become spears, the orchard would become the forrest of endor, and we would become immortals. Child play and all its grandeur, its magic and its sense of justice.

Time passed, we grew older I guess. and our forest of endor was forgotten. The awe for the mystery of endor was replaced with teenage adrenalin when we entered high school. We attended different schools. I found new friends, and my childhood friends found theirs.

I left our municipality to attend the university during college. I have lost track to almost everything from my hometown. I guess I stayed away too long.

When I finally had time to stay home, I was informed that Dino was sent to a juvenille detention facility. He was accused of raping a girl. There are rumors that he was high on drugs during the time the incident happened. I could hardly believe my ears. Dino the smiling kid? rape? My mind is trying to grasp a reality that it cannot absorb.

Time passed and we moved on, I was always away from home, but I tried to come home every chance I get. Everything is doing well when I heard the news that Tirso was arrested for stabbing someone to death. I heard that the stabbing was a result of an altercation during a basketball match. I sighed while listening to my mother telling me the news. I can’t just believe it is possible. I asked my mom who had he stabbed, she told me a name. The name sound very familiar, I her asked again, I heard it right the first time. It was a friend of mine during my high school days.

As I was writing this, a line from an old song called “constant change” keeps playing on my head, it goes; “have we outgrown our peter pan and wings?/ we’ve simply grown too old for tales of knights and king…”

Where have Endor gone? Where is its sense of fair play and justice? have we left it behind the banana orchard along with our childhood eons ago? Right now, if only I have a way to go back to that orchard in the time of the ewoks and the forest of Endor, I would.


11 thoughts on “A Journey Back To Endor”

  1. ohh this post made me miss my childhood friends back in our old place…

    hmm looks like your friends have gone to the wrong side of the road, probably coz they got used to having someone to lead them, and when you guys parted things changed.
    But anyway, they are responsible for their own actions, at least you got good and fun memories of them to reminisce…

    — They are their own guys. they chose their own path. But its not too late for them. Not just yet. I am still hoping for the best.

  2. I was also an ewok lover. I find them real cute! Ini-imagine ko pa nga silang nakapayong ng kikay habang naglalakad.
    I could also imagine your smile while having a journey back home.
    kaya lang it is sad thinking about some of your childhood friends.
    Indeed life is full of surprises.
    I just pray na sana God will help me nurture bien to be a good citizen when he grows up.

    It’s nice to be back here…
    Babasahin ko pa iba mong post.
    Tagal ko na rin kasing di nadalaw dito.

    — Salamat sa dalaw. 🙂

  3. reminds me of bob ong’s book MACARTHUR. ganun talaga ang buhay. hindi natin mapipigilan ang mga nangyari, nangyayayri at mangyayari. kamusta rin kaya ang mga kaibigan ko? di ko na sila masyado naiisip. ako nga ‘yung malambing sa grupo, laging inaalala kung ano ang kapakanan ng mga kaibigan…pero eto ajo ngayon, ni hindi na sila naiisip ni minsan. ganun talaga ang buhay, nagbabago. tayo mismo, nagbabago din.

    oi, good luck. sana di mo susundin ang ginawa nila.

    by the way, paborito ko si ewoks.

  4. very nice post yelo.. really makes you reminisce those happiest time with the orchard.. 🙂 I have my own experience too, the mango tree.. but it’s long gone too.. 😦

  5. i was also a fan of Ewoks when was a kid. what happened to your friends is really sad. btw, thanks for dropping by my site.

  6. well, we have different playgrounds but things happened..lucky for you, you grew up as a decent man..i love the picture…hallmark of serenity..it gives tranquility to the soul with
    just barely looking at it…hay..childhood days…kakamiss.

  7. parekoy, nahilig din ako sa starwars particularly jan sa mga ewoks na yan. nung bata pa kami ng tropa mahilig kami umakyat ng puno, gumawa pa nga kami ng parang tree house

  8. Alam kong marami sa inyo ang hindi makakaintindi sa gagawin kong ito. Iilang tao lang naman ang nakakaalam sa buong istorya. Pero isa-isahin ko na kayong padalahan sa mensaheng ito dahil importante kayo lahat sa akin. Kahit papano, may pinagsamahan tayo. Wala na po ang jayveeonline. Napagdesisyonan kong ibaon na lamang ito sa limot. Hindi ko na po ito gagamitin at pupuntahan. Kung sino man ang bumibista doon noon, maraming salamat sa inyo. Bahagi kayong lahat sa pagiging blogger ko. Pero siguro hanggang dito na lamang ako. Pero patuloy pa rin akong magbibisita sa inyong lahat.

    Gusto ko rin ipaabot dun sa mga taong involve dito. Gaya ng paulit-ulit kong sinasabi sa inyo, wala akong pinapanigan at mas lalong wala akong sisiraan sa inyo. Nasa gitna niyo lang ako, handang makinig sa kung anong hinaing ang gusto niyong ipalabas. Kung ano mang gulo mero tayo ngayon, sana naman maayos na ito. Mahal ko kayong lahat kasi lahat kayo mga KAIBIGAN ko. Alam kong nasaktan tayong lahat pero sana magpakatawaran na.

    Maraming salamat.

    This is sad, But go ahead, do whatever you need to do to begin the healing process. God bless and Good Luck.

  9. wow. knew from the moment i read the name of the website that it’s you. wicked site kuya. this blog made me a bit sad..i barely remember the banana orchard, but i sure remember the kids from the ‘hood. it’s just sad. growing up has a way of distorting things, but we all have to grow up anyway.

    — hahaha. Just something to do when i am busy doing nothing. 🙂

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