“Welcome to Hollyweird.” I heard it first as an 11 year old (fresh faced and fresh-lunged) from my Mom when my sis and I arrived from Oklahoma. My first impressions were: a lot of buildings, hills and palm trees. I felt there was “more civilization” than what I was used to in Tulsa. But things seemed a little dirtier too, but you had to look carefully, like the cleaning didn’t get all the way into the crevasses. The weather was really nice all the time; I noticed that as well, while throwing our Nerf football around in our apartment’s parking lot.