Mom and my cousin Trina are playing by the creek with me.
I have a ton of memories surrounding our creek.
The first slide was taken in 1974 back by a tree that we called the canoe tree.
You can see it behind me to the right. I mention it HERE before.
The creek cut through a good portion of our five acres and was countless hours of fun.
It dried up in the heat of summer and was as large as a river in the spring floods.
When heading out to play our parents would ask where we were going.
We would say "To the creek!" and they would respond "Don't get wet!".
We didn't usually get soaked but out pants would get wet nearly every time.
Thanks Mom and Dad for buying property with a fun feature on it that was as only as limited as our imaginations were.