Moving to Texas

Moving to Texas. Once again the words, "We're moving," were mine to hear. As an Army brat I had spent the first eleven years of my life moving from one place to another. I had learned to say good bye to friends quite easily, however I was still reluctant to be the new girl at school once more.  Prior to this news we had taken a family vacation to Texas.  I had learned that in Dallas people did not ride on horseback or carry six shooters strapped to their waists. I had met a girl named Janet who was my aunt's neighbor.  She had entertained us with her rendition of, "These Boots Were Made for Walking."  I liked her right away. I had even been to Six Flags Theme park and learned a little about the six different flags that Texas had served under. Leaving Florida was harder than other moves.  I was older and had become best friends with Ann Marie.  I even had a crush on Mark Zinzer from school.  I loved my neighborhood and was looking forward to moving into seventh grade at my school.  Dad had just retired from the military and was ready to start a new career. My mother's sister, Aunt Joan, had lived in Texas for many years. Dad was hired by LTV, the company my Uncle Dick worked for. In just a matter of a few years my mother's entire family would move to Texas making it possible for me to get to know my grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins.