Ahhhh, the memories....rubber boots, a stick, perhaps a crudely-made sailboat (wooden clothespins) to sail down the "river".
When I was growing up, we lived on quite a steep hill, so boat races were exciting.
This is merely our alley, and the water moves more slowly. But it's still exciting: A new season promises.
And I once again learn to appreciate Nature's way with erosion.
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