We lived in an apartment for a short time while our parents looked for a house. I ordered one with stairs…
Maria and I got the master bedroom in this apartment. It was HUGE! I could do 16 cartwheels from one end to the other. Can you believe that???
(You don’t really believe that, do you?)
Well, they were cartwheels performed by a confident three-year-old.
The china hutch came with us, as did all of our toys, thank goodness. I was worried they would get lost in the move.
We quickly investigated all the fun things to do in our area. There was a Mexican food restaurant that put candy in the bottom of the chip basket...I approved of this place.
There was the Ice Cream Emporium, where I ate my first egg salad sandwich, and several hundred vanilla cones. Blue Bell, of course. I approved of this place.
And, there was…wait for it…a POOL! I also, if you don’t already know, approved of this place.
So, if you're keeping score:
- surprise candy
- egg salad
- Blue Bell
- and a pool
Pretty nice. And I still don’t understand why that other town is so danged famous when my new town has all of the above? (That famous town being Dallas, Texas.)
Maria and I thought we were in Heaven. Good food, relaxin’ by the pool, a huge room (with our own bathroom, by the way), and all our toys. Life was good.
Until……the night was shattered by an ear-splitting scream...
Dun, dun, dun...