We moved to Texas when I was four, in 1968. I remember pulling into the driveway on my birthday. How exciting that was. We had moved up to a 20-acre ranch, complete with a barn, riding arena, a pond, and a 3500 sq. ft home. Wow! I had my own room and a screened-in back porch to play on. We got some horses, some dogs, and some kittens. Life was good. My mom had always wanted horses and my dad needed a central location to travel from. The pond had a small island in the middle of it with a wooden bridge going to it. My daddy and I would fish and he'd catch bull-frogs late at night. I came to love eating fried frog legs and catfish. Fishing and riding horses were some of his favorite things to do when he was home.