When I was young, we sometimes visited Grandpa's cabin where there was a little mountain creek just over the hill. We loved to play in that creek...or 'crick' as he called it. We cooled watermelons there for family parties, we waded, we fished and made little wooden boats to float in it. It was a great place to play.
Yesterday we stopped by to do a bit of work at the cabin and went to look at the creek. Boy! What a difference there was! We have had a lot of snow in our area this winter, and now a very rainy Spring. Our tame little mountain stream looked very different. This is certainly no place to allow the children to play!
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