Some of my favorite childhood memories happened in my backyard. In the summer my family would eat dinner outside because summer evenings in New Mexico are basically perfection (no humidity, need I say more?).
My dad was in charge of the grill, and my three siblings and I would run around like maniacs with our dogs (as kids do) while he cooked burgers.
Our house was also located down the street from the park where my town hosted the annual 4th of July fireworks display. This meant my family became the unofficial host of the summer holiday.
We'd always have lots of friends over to eat watermelon and burgers, and when it was time, we'd all walk down to the park to watch the fireworks. It always was a magical evening.Read More