Childhood Country

i love rivers so small they barely trickle

first of all, how great is that word? trickle - it makes me go all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
anyway.

sunday afternoon, it was absolutely lovely out, so i decided to take my bike out for a while. after riding until my legs ached, i stopped at a bench i haven't sat on in years. to my left was a gorgeous little paradise which brings back so many memories of being a very small child. when i was really little, my grandmother would bring me to this exact spot. as you can see, there's a small wooden bridge; i used to dangle my tiny legs off of the edge, and jump into the small stream of water. splashing around in my wellington boots in the few inches of running water used to give me so much pleasure that only feeding the ducks could rival. a little further down from this picturesque scene is the place at which this too would take place. i even remember fearing the huge, nasty geese.

PS. i was going to save this for tomorrow, but i decided it was too lovely too keep locked away