Summary: A commentary by Marisela Barrera, a San Antonio writer and performer. As a kid growing up in Alamo, Texas, San Antonio was my Disneyland. 1982. I was eleven years old when my folks and I stayed fancy at El Palacio del Rio. I was competing in the National Twirling Championships at the Henry B. Gonzalez Convention Center –the part that is now torn down– as the only Mexican-American in my age group. The only Mexican-American as far as my eyes could see. I won fourth place. My Mom and Dad were
