I spent some special years in my hometown of El Paso.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We all knew each other in the neighborhood. I loved living in El Paso. I had a wonderful childhood there.
Those were hard times, but I loved living there. I would walk on the tracks, hopping, skipping. I enjoyed the neighborhood, I enjoyed El Paso. I remember being chased by tumbleweeds on windy days; they came up to my neck.
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.
I lived in Texas for 10 years.
Well, I was born in El Paso, Texas, it was in the nearest hospital to the family farm.
I grew up all over the place, but the majority of my years were spent in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
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 knew more about Texas than the Texans and when they told me I would find summer here I smiled knowingly.
I didn't spend a whole lot of time here, but I had the seven best years of my career in this city and having an attachment here 20-some odd years later is pretty special to me.
I grew up in Plano, Texas.