My favourite place in Roswell was the dog park! There was an a-frame to run up and down and a series of these huge tires. It was a great place to get away from the pack!
But then one of the dogs started whispering sweetly in my ear...so I jumped down, and we chased each other around and around the huge fenced-in area.
There are pictures of things called ALIENS all over this city. I heard Dad talking about how good the ALIEN draft beer was....and I saw this phone book in our hotel room. Dad and momma went on a private tour of the city and learned so much about the "incident" that happened in 1947 that put Roswell in the history books.
I didn't mind when I heard the MUSEUM word this time since I was all worn out from playing at the dog park. This is a funny picture from the UFO Museum...After listening to interviews with eye-witnesses, and learning about Major Jesse Marcel...dad and momma became believers!
At three different hotels I have ridden on an elevator. It is so much fun...and doesn't scare me at all. They all make different sounds and bump a bit, but I don't mind. At one hotel something on the ceiling kept chirping every few minutes which really bothered dad and momma. They were surprised that I didn't mind the noise at all. After no one came to fix it, dad took it down so the chirping stopped. I sniffed it to see if there was a bird inside...no bird.
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