Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I knew more about Texas than the Texans and when they told me I would find summer here I smiled knowingly.
Some of my finest memories are from my time at the University of Texas.
I grew up in Texas, obviously a huge football state.
I lived in Texas for 10 years.
Texas was such a welcoming place, and with its unbelievable history and tradition, it's extra special to be a part of that.
I always had that adolescent notion that I had to get out of Texas. But I'm really glad I grew up there. It's where I learned to look people in the eye, to be straightforward and polite.
I didn't know much about Texas when I moved there for graduate school. In my first or second semester, I took a class in life and literature of the Southwest, and that's where I first heard about these events along the border in 1915-1918, what Anglos called the Bandit Wars.
I'm a Texan. Some of me is still nestled up there in the Catskill Mountains: the summers I spent with my grandfather on the farm and the guys I played basketball with in high school. But then that was it.
I'm from Texas, and one of the reasons I like Texas is because there's no one in control.
I have really fond memories of Texas. By the time I was eight, we started to go back to Chile very regularly, and many family members came to visit us because we couldn't go visit them.