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Great. try using it once in a while.franzen wrote:[report]The bathroom has a nice sink that doubles as a shower.[/report]
I went back home to the place where I spent my first 18 years.
Crabs are mandatory on any visit.
A highlight on this trip was my return to "the woods." That's what we called it.
Just, "the woods."
This is what we did instead of playing video games.
Within a hundred yards of where I took these pictures I; stashed beatup porno mags, got shot at by older kids with BB guns, stole someone's bike, smoked my first smoke, hid knives in a hole in a tree, watched deer, got high for the first time, kissed a young girl, had a horrible bike crash, petted a wild fox, lit things on fire, and did all the normal things a boy does between the ages of 5 and 18.
I had forgotten about the skunk cabbage.
But the thing I really wanted to see was the creek.
I saw the name of it on a map once, but I forgot it a long time ago.
This inconspicuous little trickle has had immeasurable impact on my life. Without it, I would not be who I am now. We spent countless hours playing down there. No one could catch the dace, shiners, crayfish, frogs, salamanders, and snakes like my little friends and I could. We had that shit down to a science. We knew all the best holes and we knew every inch of that place. All we needed was a bike, some muck boots, butterfly nets, and maybe a bucket.
As I've gotten older, I've realized that I do pretty much the same things for fun that I did when I was 10.
I play around in creeks and check out the things that live there.
It was really good to see this old friend again.[/report]