this is my aunt and uncles house in mustang Oklahoma, about two and a half miles away from the house I grew up in. my aunt and uncle were the only relatives we had in Oklahoma for many years, so we spent a lot of time together. Every birthday, every Easter, thanksgiving, Christmas, new year’s, fourth of July etc… We usually celebrated them at this house. My uncle had a big backyard and a swimming pool, so every summer we spent a lot of time here as well. I basically spent my childhood in this house, or in its backyard playing something. I learned how to ride a bike here, how to swing a bat and catch a baseball, how to throw a football, and how to get up and dust yourself off when you fall. I learned a lot of life lessons here. My uncle Martin was always the life of the party and never turned down an opportunity to get together and celebrate anything and everything. Parties here were filled with Vicente Fernandez and Los Bukis albums, along with loud people, good food, and most of all a lot of love. My aunt and uncle still live here and I visit them every chance I get. Every time I walk in it feels like I never left, it continues to be a warm place where I can always count on them for good advice, a plate of rice and beans, and a burger or two.