When we had moved again i was about 5 and we had moved to a place called caynon lake.
Canyon lake holds a lot of good memories for me and my family, not the place it's self,but the people their. One of the people was a man named geno,a wanna be cowboy that lived in a mobile home. He was always very happy and would watch monster trucks with my brother when he was home from preschool.Their was also a man named david who was like geno,but without the mobile home or cowboy image.
Lastly there was doc,the most lovable,cranky,and most interesting old man you would have every met. I could go on and on about him,but i'll give you a summary of him. He lived in a house that had a big barren yard that his 15 or so dogs roamed around in. He got most of his food from dumpster diving which my mom had helped him with,unsurprisingly. He was also around his late 80s and no teeth, but he still had a lot of energy and bitterness to go around.
When we had moved again i was very sad because they were like family to us. My parents were also sad,but we still went. I was just glad that we had stayed there for about two and a half years.
Our next stop was San Antonio
