"Marian called it Roxaboxen there across the street. Others saw it as a rocky hill with nothing but sand and rocks and old wooden boxes, cactus grease wood and thorny ocotillo - but it was a special place : a sparkling world of jeweled homes , streets edged with the whitest stones , and two ice cream shops, come with us there where all you need to gallop fast and free is a long stick and a giant imagination"