Creeks and Streams

I can't remember not loving a creek. I was raised a block away from a small creek that I played in, probably everyday, while growing up. My feet were always in the water while either walking in it or sitting on a rock. I loved it then and I love it now. I can't think of a better way to grow up unless it would be living on the river or a lake or the ocean.

If I had a choice, I believe it would have to be living on a hill looking down on the river watching the barges and the riverboats drifting along on the water. I love the outdoors, the seasons and the colors I see in the northern states. I would hate to leave the chance of snow at Christmas. I have a definite view of what would be the perfect life.