Flyin' South Forever

The summer before I turned four, we moved to a town south of the San Jacinto (a moment of silence, please) and north of Houston.

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...  

MURDER.

Dun, dun, dun...