Even though my parents and their siblings were raised during the entirety of Martial Law, I only learned about it from books and media. When I started knowing something about it, I started asking my family about their experiences. Obligingly, they told me about curfews, the protests rocking the streets around the University of Santo Tomas, near which my father's family lived. They told me of relatives who had been activists, of neighbors whose children disappeared for their organizing. They told me about going to EDSA during the peaceful revolt, the rise of Corazon Aquino to the presidency, and the tears shed in joy.