Once school was over I would throw down my backpack in the living room, run out the back door, through the woods and into emerald falls. Down in the creek with my best friends, Carly and Kathleen, we were able to play and imagine places we had never been to. One afternoon we would be princesses in Europe and the next day we might be detectives solving a crime.
When we first discovered the creek we just went to it when we were tired of riding our bikes or roller-skating. As Carly, Kathleen, and I entered 3rd grade we continued to go to the creek and ended up naming the different areas. My favorite part of the creek was directly behind my house and had a gorgeous waterfall. Each one of us picked an area of the creek and the waterfall became mine. Emerald falls became my area of the creek and was where I would go when I was upset or just excited to play with my best friends. Now as I look back emerald falls is nothing but a tiny waterfall that isn't as gorgeous as I remembered. Even though emerald falls is not what I remember, I still look back at my memories of the creek with fondness.
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