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Up next, a story from a regular contributor, Richard Munez.

Today, Richard shares with us the story of a magical moment in his life when he was young,

his first time being a satellite.

Take it away, Richard.

You stop and think about it, and it's really funny how memories work.

I'm not saying funny, ha-ha.

I'm saying funny strange.

When I stop and think about it, before six years old, my memories are kind of spotty at best. But there is stuff that sticks out more than others.

And one of those that sticks out more than some of the other ones is the first time I ever recall seeing a satellite.

I wasn't even finding out. I've ever recall seeing a satellite.

I wasn't even five years old yet, and we were going into the mountains.

Now, when I talk about the mountains, what I'm talking about here is a tract of land in northern New Mexico.

In years to come, we'd follow Highway 17 up and around Cumbra's Pass and come in through a different road.

Now, this led up to our summer range, and this is where we took our cattle in summer.

But this time, we took the road up through Osher.

Now, at the time, it was nothing more than a large water tank for the steam engines that used to move between Antinito and Chama. The other thing I recall about Osher is the station itself.

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