paulhubbard wrote:Does that make me a native?
As long as you were born here, lol!
Amazing how some things come full circle...Born in Scottsdale, moved to MN and lived for 14 years before moving back, and now I'm back living in the same house I was born in.
The summers didn't seem as hot growing up. Used to run and walk barefoot everywhere when I was a kid. And catch Horned Toads in the alley behind my house. (Haven't seen one in this area in decades). The Desert started at Chapparal Rd, 43rd Avenue and Dobson Rds. The farms and ranches started at Broadway rd. Gilbert and Chandler were all farms, there was no Fountain Hills until high school and Tempe, well Tempe was always there because of ASU. You had to go through Wickenburg to get to LA.
The thing I miss the most is the summer monsoons...Every summer you had a true monsoon. It rained in town, just about every day and brought some nice relief. We didn't even have air conditioning growing up, just a Swamp Cooler. All of my parents' friends lived in the same neighborhood and the "block parties" were something else, lol! Everyone walked to school. Metro Center was the only big mall in town until Fiesta Mall. Los Arcos was the place to hang out for all of us Scottsdale kids. There were only 3 high schools in Scottsdale until Chapparal opened, out in the middle of nowhere.
We didn't travel much, a big outing for my parents with 4 kids was going up north every year to get a Christmas tree. And to CA to see my mother's relatives. When I left to go to MN, I was so happy to say goodbye to AZ and the dry, arid desert, that I could hardly contain myself. Little did I know then how much I would come to miss it and I definitely learned to appreciate all of it's beauty and diversity. I missed seeing mountains and saguaros and large expanses of wilderness without a house or farm in sight. I have truly grown to love this state and unless I win the lottery and can live in a house on a tropical beach somewhere, Arizona will always be home.....