A Memorable Place to Live The sun sets at about quarter to six. Kids begin to come out of their houses like bats come out of their caves, ready to start playing something, anything that would come to mind. This is how my barrio was when I was growing up. I have lived in Juarez all my life and the only recall of a barrio I have is just before coming here to live in …showed first 75 words of 1278 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1278 total…sacrifice, I would not be here where I am today. Now the only feeling of a barrio I get is when I embark upon remembering the admirable times I had there. I do not think I will ever experience that same feeling of closeness my barrio made me feel. Perhaps in the future, when I get married and have kids, I will get to experience that same feeling but from a father point of view.