Dreaming About A River

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My sister and I have camped together with our children that were even smaller than this guy in the photo when we first started. Our children are grown and several of them have children of their own. They spend time with us while we camp when their parents find the time to join us. I snapped this photo last summer early in the morning. He's holding a toy and watching the river in the quiet part of the morning before every one is awake. He's out of his tent because his mother asked if I would watch him and of course I said I would. This little guy knows the rules and walked to the edge of the river. He won't jump in because rule number one is you have to have a bathing suit on (No pajamas) and rule number two a parent has to be with you...(she's still in the tent with the little brother). As I stood there watching him watching the river I wondered what he was thinking. That river is the same river I've camped next to since I was a baby. I wonder what I though about the river when I was small. He stood there for a long time, mesmerized by the moving water and the noise of the river splashing over and around rocks. At night in the dark or at dawn before full light you can hear voices. We know its caused by the water against the rocks but when you can't see it, the river babbles. it talks. You can't hear specific words but you can hear conversations going on and laughter. Lots of laughter. When that happens we think it must be our parents who are gone now, who brought us to this spot years ago, letting us know that they know we are here and they are happy we still love this beautiful place. Do you have someplace to go to remember what it was like to be a child?