A Quote by Debbie Reynolds

We all knew each other in the neighborhood. I loved living in El Paso. I had a wonderful childhood there. — © Debbie Reynolds
We all knew each other in the neighborhood. I loved living in El Paso. I had a wonderful childhood there.
Those were hard times, but I loved living there. I would walk on the tracks, hopping, skipping. I enjoyed the neighborhood, I enjoyed El Paso. I remember being chased by tumbleweeds on windy days; they came up to my neck.
I moved from New York to El Paso in 2015, just before my senior year. I was super nervous. My mom, she's in the Army, and she got stationed at Fort Bliss. We packed everything up and drove all the way to El Paso.
My aunts told wonderful stories. Not to me, but to each other. We had a very strong family. My mother's sisters loved each other intensely. The uncles loved each other intensely.
I didn't feel like I had a home until I moved to El Paso.
My neighborhood was normal. I had a neighborhood where everyone knew everyone. Typical American upbringing. Sometimes we got into trouble, but everyone watched after each other, so if my parents didn't see me making trouble, another family would tell them.
I was lucky. My parents and teachers provided me with a wonderful and secure childhood where I always knew I was loved, valued, and listened to.
It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.
I'm just a kid from El Paso, Texas.
We had to be very careful on our best behaviour when we went to these other countries. And then I made a living, I had a chance to support my wife and my kids. It was a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful program from that point of view.
I spent some special years in my hometown of El Paso.
[My grandparents] were from Texas. El Paso. White trash.
I've got to thank the city of El Paso for standing behind me.
We’re on the moon,” Sadie murmured. “El Paso, Texas,” Bast corrected.
We in El Paso and Juarez are literally one community. There's no separation; there's no DMZ; there's no buffer.
The thing about going back to El Paso, it's overwhelming sometimes. I look at the support that I get and the success that I've had, and I can't walk anywhere without being spotted. My hair might be the biggest crime in this situation.
Well, I was born in El Paso, Texas, it was in the nearest hospital to the family farm.
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