Until now, I had forgotten about crossing the border back into the United States because I was having so much fun. But now that the time was coming, I'll admit I was a little scared. At home, I go out a lot, I've been to stores and markets, movies and restuarants up and down the main streets both in daylight and at night. I've walked past several policemen on the street and have always pass. ed. But now I was getting scared! For those of you who live in- land and have never been out of the U. S., I'll explain the "Border Patrol" to you. These guys are smart. They are trained to see Thousands of people

things that the average person won't see. cross the border every couple of hours. They have to be able to spot the dope pushers, the person trying to get cheap liquor into the States, the person who isn't a citizen, and is trying to get in. They can't stop every car and search it and look at everyone's I.D. papers. So they are trained to just look you over real fast and ask you one or two questions, that if you are lying, will trip you up. The lights at the gate are bright as day and you pull up to them and the guard sticks his head in the car and asks each person where he or she was born and maybe a few other questions If you stutter or stammer they'll pull you over and search your car and give you the third degree. If not, they pass you through, and you're back in the good old U.S.A. again.

Well, as I said, I was getting scared. The closer we got to the border, the more scared I got. Then we were there! The guard stuck his head in the car and asked Roy what his citizenship was, and he said U.S. Then he looked at me and said, "And you, Miss," and I said "the United States." Then he asked us if we had bought anything in Mexico and we said no, and he motioned us on our way. We made several more trips into Mexico and back, after that night. I was still a little scared for the next couple crossings, but after that it was easy, and I got to be as much at ease, as if it were my brother making the trip.

The next day we went to Mexico again to take some outside pictures of me at the Jai Alai Palace, and at Caliente Race track. Then back home again. Roy then got fixed up and I finally got to see Betty. I'll admit it was nice having Roy escort me around,

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