Always in My Memories
by: Bryan Carter

From the time I was 4yrs old until I was 20, I was a resident of Sun Point. A small residential area known only by a few folks in this world. Most of those that do know about it, or have been there, have probably just accidentally happened upon it - or know someone who has - and heard them mentioning it briefly in conversation, or perhaps talking about the great spot at the end of Free Bridge Road where they discovered some of the finest striper fishing around.

I remember as a child, running around visiting with all the neighbors - or tormenting their cats with my once faithful companion, my cousin, Byron. One old neighbor, whose name I recall as Ed, would call us "pete and repeat." We were inseparable.

The hot Texas summers seemed to drag on forever. Days filled with playing in the mud (always easily found as the roads had never been paved and always had plenty of great mud holes just waiting to be wallered in. Consequently, these mud holes held some of the largest crawdads ever caught! At least that's how I remember them.) - and riding bikes all over, and I mean all over, the place. Why I bet we covered a thousand miles of dirt road around Sun Point.

The summer time was also a special time for me there because, "the people from Dallas," as we called them - they later came to be dear friends - lived in stalls along the banks of the now long gone marina during the summer. You could buy Mr. Pibb there for a quarter, and thanks to my sisters wheat penny collection, a quarter was never hard to come buy. At least 'till she caught me.

Sun point was, and probably still is, full of some of the most interesting characters that I have ever met. I can't say that I knew anyone there that was rich, but I do remember the happiness, and great times that we all shared there together that made me feel like the luckiest kid to be growing up in such a cool place. I knew of no other community that got together every Sunday, weather permitting, and played volleyball, horse shoes, and frisbee. Topping it all off with a mean game of hide and go seek after the sun set. I mean I felt I had it all, everything a boy could ask for right at my finger tips.

But like all good things, as it is said , must come to an end, so too did mine. As I approached adulthood I came to the realization that I would have to leave Sun Point eventually, to make a life for myself. I joined the Navy at 20 and sat out to see the world. After Desert storm, some time in California, marriage to my wonderful wife Joyce, and a stint in Virginia, I am now out of the service and living in Washington state while my wife finishes veterinary school. I sit often and daydream of the simple times that I had living at the lake. I miss my family who still reside there at Sun Point. Every time I go home I hope to recapture some of my childhood there, but no matter how many times I go back, it is never really the same. It seems that everything has sure gotten more complicated these days. I often think, or hope, that it is only my age and that my kids, if there ever are any, can go there when ever possible and share the good times and love that I had while growing up there.....This would really make me happy!!

The house which my father built, and that we grew up in, is still there. My sister and her family live in it now. My nephew Tyler has the bedroom that was always - and still is to me - mine, and her two daughters Devyn and Megan share my sister's old bedroom. This to me is very cool and I know that they too will always hold memories of this small, tiny area of Lake Tawakoni.

I could go on for days writing about my childhood there, and all my family and friends that lived around that block. Some that still do. Maybe I will sometime, as I do believe it would make a great story.

Sun point is approx. two miles down Free Bridge Road and is located right beside Doc Vincent's old store on the way to Emory.

Thanks, Bryan Carter