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My grandmother who lived in Baguio all her life told me that, when she was a child, there were so many pine trees in Baguio that you could smell the scent of pine all over. I never experienced Baguio smelling like pine all over but there were certainly many pine trees everywhere when I was growing up.

During countless picnics in the parks, quiet walks around town with friends, and skirmishes in the playground the pine trees were there quietly watching from the sidelines.

I had forgotten about those pine trees that saw me growing up until a chanced upon them during my recent trip to Baguio. While many things I knew and loved while growing up in Baguio are gone, some of the pine trees of old remain. Just looking at them got me all choked up as I remembered a time when my grandfather held my hand tightly as we stood and looked up at the same pine trees. I wish with all my heart that these pine trees would never die so I would still have a reason to keep coming back to Baguio.

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