My story isn’t anything out of the ordinary but I suppose is part of the history of the base. I lived in the base housing on Pershing Drive as a child in 1959. My father was an officer stationed at Fort Mason at the time. I remember taking the city bus to school at Argonne Elementary in the city. There were plenty of other children in my section of housing. We would roller skate in the empty carports and build forts in the nearby woods under the canopy of cool pines. Our bedrooms overlooked the ocean and I still can remember the sound of the foghorns during most mornings before the fog would lift. Later when we moved to Daly City, my mother would bring my brother and I onto the base to do her grocery shopping at the commissary. At the time, children were not allowed in the store, so we would sit in the car for what seemed like hours, but probably less than an hour, waiting for her to do her shopping. At the time, it was just accepted that we lived on an Army base as I did most of my life, but now that I look back, it was quite an opportunity to have lived on such a beautiful, historic piece of property. I look forward to my stay at the Inn At the Presidio this fall.