HPAC Young Writers Review Volume I | Page 8

pushing me through the fields. I would hop on one leg as if playing hopscotch, and I’d do different tricks to not get caught by a bright spotted circle. I won every time. I was a gullible kid who could easily be entertained. We slept and were fed during the day, and traveled at night. We traveled from Mexico to Arizona by foot. So much travel, and my faded memory has not yet forgotten those “American” beans. There were people who took us into their homes and fed us. Beans were popular, but they weren’t the same ones I was used to. They were nothi