I've many other memories of creek playing, sloshing along, water up to my shins, turning over rocks to reveal crawl-dads and other slimy creatures, trying--usually unsuccessfully--not to fall off of slippery rocks and land on my backside.
My Man has many similar childhood memories. Our children, however, and for no really good reason at all, don't have much creek-walkin' logged as yet in their lives. Recently though, Molly experienced her first creek and has been talking about going back ever since...
In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning - O
On a summer morning
~from Barefoot Days~
by Rachel Field