Mine are really about family and less about racing. I see good racing all over the country. I don't get to see my grandpa taking tickets at Mt. Lawn anymore and I loved going to the track with my grandma and grandpa. In addition, Terre Haute was my home track and the memories of throwing the football with my brother in the infield are good ones. Stopping at KFC on the way and grabbing that bucket of chicken was a must. I ended up falling in love with racing but it was really the family time that I remember the most and makes me partial to those two tracks.