How I got interested in bullfighting

The year is sometime in the late 70's or early 80's. 

I'm the youngest of three boys. My mom would take me shopping with her while my older brothers were at school or off doing something else, I was always the one that was tagging along with mom. 

We lived in the Ogden area and one of my mom's favorite places to eat a quick lunch was Taco Time on Washington Blvd.. (Locals might remember the Taco Time close to the 12th street intersection, right next to McDonald's.) 

Now, I didn't like Taco Time but loved McDonald's. So what we would do is get my food at McDonald's and then we would walk over to Taco Time and mom would get her food. 

Plus, Taco Time was kind of cool because they had a little game room area with a couple of pinball machines, a couple of video games (Pac Man if memory serves me) and one of those duck hunting games with the actual guns that would shoot the beam of light at the screen where the ducks were flying back and forth. If you are old enough you know what game I'm talking about. 

So one day we are in there eating and I asked mom about some giant paintings that were on the wall. This must have been one of the first times we were there, because I was fascinated by the paintings. They we tall paintings that seemed to take up the entire wall, there were three or four of them if I remember correctly. 

I asked her what was going on in the paintings and she told be they were bullfighting. Now, my mom knew and still knows nothing about bullfighting but I guess she knew enough to tell me what the paintings were about.

I couldn't take my eyes off the paintings. I was fascinated by the bulls, not so much the matatdors but the bulls. I couldn't get over their horns and strength. To me they looked like the most incredible animal ever.

Now, back in the olden times, whenever we wanted information about something there was only one place to go..... the library. 

I don't know if libraries even exist anymore in their purest form, now I can imagine they are all nothing more than makeshift homeless shelters.

But back in my day libraries where special places to go, a world full of information and even adventure. It was almost like a treasure hunt because first you had to go to......... the card catalog. (This was even before the card catalogs were switched to computer.) Once you looked in the card catalog to see if they even had a book on the subject you were looking for, then you would take the book's Dewey Decimal System reference number and go on a treasure hunt. Off you went to search through the dozen and dozen of book shelves in the library. If you could find it, and if the book was actually there, you felt like you had discovered gold. It was so much fun.

And it just so happens in Ogden we had a great library, the Weber County Library. 

It just so happened my mom took me and my brothers to the library often, whenever we needed to do any kind of book report or project for school we went to the library.

(more to come)