Alamo Village:A Movie Set in Texas?
Ever been? I recommend. It's great for photos. This is where the 1950's version of the Alamo was filmed.
Del Rio schools used to take students there for field trips. Once at Alamo Village I got into one of the horse drawn carriages with a couple of 12 year old dummies who shot cap pistols, scared the horses resulting in a mad ride at super high speeds and all of us flying and bouncing in the carriage. It was tres scary, the carriage was shaking violently back and forth, one kid threatened to throw up, two others were laughing their asses off until the doors flew open (just a lil chain holding them), I was pissed that I had picked this group to ride with. We could hear the driver going crazy cursing us and the horses then saying, "Dear Jeeeezus" in a terrified way that made me realize, this was serious.
Later, much later, took awhile to get the horses to calm down, the driver yelled at THEM (cap pistol dummies) for endangering his life and those without cap pistols (just me). He said we could have all been killed. I wondered at the time why nothing was said about spooking the horses. I mean you sell cap guns, kids and teens come here all the time, what were the chances? Why didn't they have better trained horses...aren't movie set horses expected to take snaps and pops?
On that same trip I got into my first ever fist fight, cat fight, hair pullin, girl fight. Before I got into the carriage I named names and said she was a bitch. When I got back, having a root beer and a hamburger at the cantina the girl asked if I said such thing. I emphatically declared that not only did I say it but from my point of view it was nothing but true. She left, we heard some chick named Linda sing and then we all went outside. It was there that I was confronted again.
Classmates gathered in a circle because me (the quiet one) had suddenly started cussing out loud. I got slapped! Remembering moves I saw on Happy Days once (Fonzie) I grabbed her collar (Fonzie never got further than that so I was at a loss) and then it got jumbled up. I remember being slapped, pulling hair, slapping back, knocking her to the ground, being on the ground and then it was over when two teachers pulled us apart. I do remember kicking and swinging and cussing after that. All of a sudden I was overcome by huge waves of deep embarrassment. What the hell had I done?
The ride home was with the cap pistol guys and they had no tact so I heard the gamut of point of views, true confessions and opinions regarding me, the day, the fight, the other girl and how fun that carriage ride was. UGH! What was my mother going to say I wondered? She worked at the school. So when we arrived the teacher told her and I got this stare of complete disbelief. I had cracked, I came out of my shell. The cutest boy in class walked by and with a smirk said, "You're the fighting girl", nodded and then walked away. What was that about? What had other people been saying on their rides back? I had not even thought of that. UGH!
The next day I had to stay in during PE for a "talk". The teachers and nuns thought that because I had always been so quiet and mild mannered that the outburst indicated I needed a talk. After all, the other girl had come from public school and all public schools were trouble to them and was not their concern but me..what set me off was the question that year.
What set me off was just a twelve year old girl being mean to twelve year old me for an entire car trip to Alamo Village and a bad carriage ride, nothing more. Things were awkward for a number of weeks and eventually the event was absorbed into my past. By eighth grade it was funny. Anyway, I digress.
Del Rio schools used to take students there for field trips. Once at Alamo Village I got into one of the horse drawn carriages with a couple of 12 year old dummies who shot cap pistols, scared the horses resulting in a mad ride at super high speeds and all of us flying and bouncing in the carriage. It was tres scary, the carriage was shaking violently back and forth, one kid threatened to throw up, two others were laughing their asses off until the doors flew open (just a lil chain holding them), I was pissed that I had picked this group to ride with. We could hear the driver going crazy cursing us and the horses then saying, "Dear Jeeeezus" in a terrified way that made me realize, this was serious.
Later, much later, took awhile to get the horses to calm down, the driver yelled at THEM (cap pistol dummies) for endangering his life and those without cap pistols (just me). He said we could have all been killed. I wondered at the time why nothing was said about spooking the horses. I mean you sell cap guns, kids and teens come here all the time, what were the chances? Why didn't they have better trained horses...aren't movie set horses expected to take snaps and pops?
On that same trip I got into my first ever fist fight, cat fight, hair pullin, girl fight. Before I got into the carriage I named names and said she was a bitch. When I got back, having a root beer and a hamburger at the cantina the girl asked if I said such thing. I emphatically declared that not only did I say it but from my point of view it was nothing but true. She left, we heard some chick named Linda sing and then we all went outside. It was there that I was confronted again.
Classmates gathered in a circle because me (the quiet one) had suddenly started cussing out loud. I got slapped! Remembering moves I saw on Happy Days once (Fonzie) I grabbed her collar (Fonzie never got further than that so I was at a loss) and then it got jumbled up. I remember being slapped, pulling hair, slapping back, knocking her to the ground, being on the ground and then it was over when two teachers pulled us apart. I do remember kicking and swinging and cussing after that. All of a sudden I was overcome by huge waves of deep embarrassment. What the hell had I done?
The ride home was with the cap pistol guys and they had no tact so I heard the gamut of point of views, true confessions and opinions regarding me, the day, the fight, the other girl and how fun that carriage ride was. UGH! What was my mother going to say I wondered? She worked at the school. So when we arrived the teacher told her and I got this stare of complete disbelief. I had cracked, I came out of my shell. The cutest boy in class walked by and with a smirk said, "You're the fighting girl", nodded and then walked away. What was that about? What had other people been saying on their rides back? I had not even thought of that. UGH!
The next day I had to stay in during PE for a "talk". The teachers and nuns thought that because I had always been so quiet and mild mannered that the outburst indicated I needed a talk. After all, the other girl had come from public school and all public schools were trouble to them and was not their concern but me..what set me off was the question that year.
What set me off was just a twelve year old girl being mean to twelve year old me for an entire car trip to Alamo Village and a bad carriage ride, nothing more. Things were awkward for a number of weeks and eventually the event was absorbed into my past. By eighth grade it was funny. Anyway, I digress.
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