tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post7479318788636486070..comments2024-01-27T23:26:35.301-08:00Comments on Live with Flair: I Don't Have a River, But I Do Have a Puddle Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15289182682225179442noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-5843703845003525262013-03-10T16:53:52.095-07:002013-03-10T16:53:52.095-07:00I was four when my family moved to a house without...I was four when my family moved to a house without puddle or creek but I still remember the wonder of the tiny "stream" created by the rain running off the roof edge onto the ground. I could see what was under the grass! The tiny stones and dirt were wondrous. I remember having a little bridge created for a fish bowl that I would carefully place across that stream for little stick people.Elainenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486740904602696078.post-62658575958306139102013-03-09T18:47:49.706-08:002013-03-09T18:47:49.706-08:00Where I grew up, there was a creek behind my house...Where I grew up, there was a creek behind my house. My whole childhood revolved around that creek. Fishing, swimming, ice skating, almost drowning, shooting model boats with a BB gun - it was awesome. Today, I still find myself in creeks, sometimes just to lie in them and let the water flow around me on a hot day, when I'm riding my bike. I do miss the times I had with friends as a kid, sharing the creek. In my fifties now - people think it's kind of strange, but I wonder why they don't dive in. The creek will always be a part of me.Marknoreply@blogger.com