by Robert Mata
Waking up as a young boy to the sound of Cicadas on the mesquite and salt cedar trees.
Going to the Guild theater because it was cool in there. The balcony was for the teenagers and God only knows what mystery was going on up there. LOL.
Walking at night to the DairyKreme with my sisters and the Tamez's for an ice cream cone and having it melt over most of my hand before I got home.
Going to the Ben Franklin and C.G. Morrison to look at the toys for sale. What a
great life it was.