I will always be able to remember December 14, 1957, was on a Saturday. This was the date of my 7th birthday and I was free for the day from my second grade class at Jefferson Elementary. My parents invited around six of my friends over, including George Head and the youngest of our fellow, 808 N. Willow, duplex-neighbor-dwelling Aleman family, David Aleman. A birthday party was thrown for me, complete with chocolate cake and presents. My folks gave me a pair of white, high top roller- skate shoes. Once I got them on, I immediately fell and it took all my friends to keep me balanced and on my feet. They then guided me down the sidewalk, yet I continued to fall every few yards. This was going to take a while to master. After cake and presents, my mother announced we were to be dropped off at the Texas Theater in downtown Sherman. As part of a food drive, the theater admission to the 3 Stooges, Little Rascals, Gene Autry Marathon was a can of