The Houston neighborhood of Alan Field isn't fancy.

It's a little too street neighborhood, there's one way in, one way out.

We didn't even have street lights growing up, I mean, that's how small of a community

it was.

No street lights, no stop signs or nothing.

But when Dolores Mendoza, who grew up in Alan Field, moved out to give her daughter

the nice house and the suburbs, well, it didn't quite work out as planned.

I hated it.

I didn't even, I lasted barely over a year.

I moved right back.

Dolores missed the place where she grew up.

And I came from an area where my mom lived next door, my uncle lived next door to my mom,

my grandma lived next door to my uncle, you know, even as I got older and I moved back,

my sister lived across the street for me, my other sister lived next door to me.

So I, you know, every other house was an immediate family member.

A sense of community in an area that's so small and rural that there isn't much data

on the population saved Alan Field whenever floods came, which was a regular occurrence

in the area.

Whenever we would have these floods and things like that, there was always people that would

stay, we knew a flood was coming, our storm was coming and people would go around the

neighborhood, no, any hours of the night and, you know, honk and let everyone know that

the waters were rising, you know, it was time to move out.

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