My Place

I'm fairly certain of what my place will be. An old drainage tunnel through the creek by my
home. I remember it vividly, it was the place were in many ways i grew up. i spent many daysas a child there with my best friend. I realized a few years ago when i was older how strange it felt to see children that were surely the age that i was when i first began to frequent the place. It was then that i realized that it wasn't simply the emotional connects that i held to the place that made it special. It was in and of itself something that drew people to it. My grandma grew up where i did. And my mother and her sisters. If i need a history of it and the power that it had to move people surely i could find it from them. I'm looking forward to reviewing my childhood and perhaps find a child me in that somehow i had lost.