I was four (4) years old when the Pinatubo volcano erupted. I remember it being a weekend, because my parents were in the house when I woke up (weekdays = work days in the office). I remember rubbing the sleep from my eyes and noticing that everything was dusty. I thought that somebody was just joking around – perhaps my mischievous cousin – and sprinkled dirt all over, much to the chagrin of my mother and grand aunt who was living with us at the time. It was obvious from the way their mouths were set that they were not…
