Eventually I'll have a state memory without some sort of caveat or justification necessary. But this is not that memory.
In hindsight, I'm doubtful that this memory actually took place in Arizona. We were traveling from St. Louis, Missouri, to Clayton, California, and according to Mapquest you do not travel through Arizona to make that journey. (Mom, I know you read this blog, did we travel through Arizona? Inquiring minds want to know).
Anyhow, in my mind this memory has always taken place in Arizona, if for no other reason than the scenery is what you imagine when you think of Arizona, so I'm calling it my Arizona memory. My state memory project, my rules.
So, the memory.
Many children have imaginary friends. Me, I had a whole tribe of them. They were called the invisible people and they lived in the back yard of the house I grew up in in St. Louis.
When I was about 4 we moved from St. Louis to Clayton, California.
I have two memories of the trip:
One is singing "California here we come" incessantly. Just the one line of the song. Maybe two. That's all we knew of the song, but we were coming and it had to be sung.
I also remember driving through "Arizona" (or the state pretending to be Arizona for the sake of this memory) and "watching" the invisible people riding along the desert mountains on horseback. They were moving to California with us! And, because there were probably 1 or 2 dozen of them they couldn't join us in the car, so rode alongside.
The invisible people must have liked California, because they did not follow us when we moved to Oregon. They came and visited once, but best as I can tell they're still living in the Bay Area. Hopefully they've made some new friends down there.