There were many fun times in Mexico. Dad decided to tutor us, but he'd always forget to give us lessons. Jerry and I spent most mornings at the park and the rest of the day was spent watching movies. We lived across the street from the Alameda Park so on Sundays we all went to the band stand concert where they always played the Zacatecas March. Sometimes Elena, a neighbor girl who was born with half an arm missing would join us. Dad disliked seeing the organ grinder from fear that he would start playing and conflict with the band. I always sat with mom and gave my weekly baloon to Elana. Dad and Jerry were always together. I thought that invading U.S. soldiers had cut off her arm and that's why the Mexicans hated us.