Psychologist have written much about memories of early childhood, saying they cannot be trusted. They claim the adult mind has a difficult time separating what is learned through repeated stories and what is learned from actual personal experience. After this story is told, you be the judge about the validity of these memories. First–just a little background:
MY HOME TOWN
I have traveled HWY 287 between Denver and Dallas many times with my daddy’s aunt when she was off from school during summer breaks, but mostly the rides were from our farm to church, school or grocery shopping nearby my hometown of Clarendon, Texas.
The highway itself was built with gravel taken from one of my daddy’s farms near a place called Hedley. He originally bought what was known as “the old Mann place” so he could run Galloway cattle there, but with trespassers always leaving the gates open when they came to shoot quail, he had a hard time keeping his cattle contained. Neighbors would call and say, “Your cows are out again.” Or they would call to complain that our bull had knocked down one of their chicken pens.