There's really nothing special about Texas. It's just hot. And I hear that it never snows here. How do the children build snowmen if there is no snow?!
So now I am sitting here in St. Luke Lutheran Church, being told that I will be stuck here for the next 15 years, at least. St. Luke is pretty blah if you ask me. They don't have a playground, and there are pretty much no other kids here.
Someone is ringing a bell now, that means it's time to go sit down. I sit in the pew next to my mom.
"See that boy over there?" she asks me.
I look across at the pew to my right. I see a blond little boy, he doesn't look much older than me.
I nod to my mom.
"He goes to this church, too. You two are going to be friends."
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Those were my mom's exact words. I even remember that he was wearing a shirt that was kinda tan/beige colored and it had some kind of pictures on it...something weird like fish or birds or something.
I'm just cycling through my memories as a 3 year old and that is the first thing I remember about Texas.
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Who was the little boy?
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