I decided to write a post about Growing up in Las Vegas, NV because I was thinking about my memories and my daddy since he past away in July 2014. So here it goes.
Most of the beginning of my life I have lived in the Desert Hills Motel, located on Fremont Street and who, at the time, was ran by a Hungarian couple. Our room was #3 pretty much always. Now as you can imagine a motel room has 1 queen size bed which my brother, daddy, mom and I shared. Crazy huh? The first time we tried smoking was behind the motel as well. We used to run to the Pakistan store and pickup cigarettes for our parents with their IDs and one time with our friends, who also lived at the motel we stole from the store. We have also lived in a school bus, trailer, studio apartment, apartment, and pretty much all over Vegas lol! We even stayed a couple of nights in the drive in movie theater.
Now as a child and even as an adult, I rarely go out. I remember though as a kid watching Count Cool Rider and Roseanne in our motel room, scribbling in my notebook and playing Barbies. My brother he always went gallivanting in the streets and still does till this day. Count Cool Rider was a Saturday night TV show that showed old horror movies, which I later learned he owned the station and had a show about motorcycles and became more nationally known that way. Hes like another Vegas big wig.
My daddy was an automechanic and mostly worked at Davey Deals with my uncle. Ironically though sometimes we did not have a vehicle and took the CAT Bus.
I was born in 1982 and we moved to Utah with our mom in 1996. So I spent a good 13 years in Las Vegas. I miss it, I miss the memories. It has changed so much. So has the town I moved to in Utah. Now I will be moving again next year to Arizona. Life is a constant change.
You can always guarantee change because nothing is forever.