I'm pretty sure we all loved Arizona... I mean who wouldn't. That's where most of us Glemsers were born anyways. I remember when we moved to Arizona again after we left (and I'm pretty sure we left behind something because not long after everyone started to move). Anyways where was I... ah yes the good times we had in Arizona (before everyone left because of the Velasquezes). I remember we would host pool parties, my favorites. We cousins had fun with other cousins and some aunts and uncles would also go in the pool and socialize. Most adults though would go in our vast living room and chat. I would love coming in after being all dry and socializing with the adults even though they used huge and extraordinary vocabulary that for a nine year-old boy would be hard to understand. I would just nod and smile like I would understand everything when I understood nothing (especially with Grandpa's words about aliens).
I would love on the Thanksgiving and Christmas time we were there the tasty varieties of pies Grandma would make and the presents she would deliver. She would actually bring presents as good as Santa's. I would always love that. Being in Arizona was the best. We should go there for a family reunion sometime soon. Those were the best memories of my life.
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