One of the biggest adventures of my childhood was following the creek that ran in front of my house back to its source, a journey of about a mile that ended in a small patch of swampy woods surrounded by yards. I remember that running across one yard the creek was only half a foot wide, but still had a clear channel with grassy banks. I must have been about ten.
My second son Thomas was another lover of streams and creeks, and he and I have shared many hours along the waters of our neighborhoods. Now Ben, at 8, has discovered the stream that runs through the woods near our current house. He loves it, and we explored it again this afternoon.