Oklahoma.

My family are Indians. Or Native Americans. Which explains a number of things:

1) Why my dad wears shirts that have Indians and say 'Department of Homeland Security. Protecting America from terrorists since 1492.'

2) Why I can't grow a beard. Seriously. Think about it. Have you ever seen a Sitting Bull or a Big Mule with a beard?

My grandmother took me to Oklahoma once when I was maybe 10. We went to Miami, where my Great Grandfather Jess and Great Grandmother Rose. Rose was 100% Cherokee. Which is why I have my paperwork and am a registered member of the Cherokee Tribe of Oklahoma and didn't get any college scholarships for being a minority although I never felt I faced any discrimination nor deserved one based solely on lineage .

There are only a few recollections I have of that trip:
a) A city pool. It was really hot, and I think this was the only part of the trip I really enjoyed.
b) A television show. I really wanted to watch one show. But it was only on one night. And I think we missed it. We were at the pool.
c) A top. It was a toy. There was some top that was tearing up the charts circa 1989. On the commercials people spun it and then stood it on the tip of a pencil. My top looked like the one in the commercial. But it didn't act like it. I think we went by Walmart and got one because I was complaining because I was missing the show I wanted to see. And somehow, I ended up with it at the pool.

I don't remember the overall purpose of our trip. It was probably for sightseeing. I remember being lonely. There. With my grandmother and Oklahoma.