This is the house we lived in when my family lived in Colorado Springs. The thing I remember most about this house was that at the time we moved in, the neighborhood wasn't that built up and I could look out my bedroom window and I had a great view of Pikes Peak. I thought that was just about the best thing in the world at the time. I struggle to pull out memories, but I have a few of Colorado. I remember having a very physical fight with a boy with whom at one time I had a big crush and he and I were "boyfriend and girlfriend" what ever that meant. I don't think I ever kissed him, but we held hands and hung out a lot. What caused the fight was all his fault (of course, it's my story......). He was hanging out with his friends and he called me a sissy, I told him to take it back and he wouldn't so I think I smacked him. Can't tell you where.....just pretty sure I struck the first blow. It turned into a rolling on the ground, biting, scratching, kicking and hair pulling fight. I remember he had scratch marks on his face and they were bleeding. I felt as though I had proven my point and was pretty sure I wasn't going to get called a sissy again......at least not from anyone in the "hood". That was the first and last fight I can remember being in.
