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The wind felt nice on my face as I anticapated the cool water of the creek. When I got to the bridge I was a little suprised to see one of our neighbors on his tractor removing a log that had blocked the creeks flow.

I drove past and the turned back around. I waved to him and he waved back. I stopped in the middle of the bridge and parked thinking maybe he would stop his work and talk to me. He didn't though, intent on his work he didn't pay any attention to me.

I started the four wheeler back up and made a small u-turn on the road next to the bridge. Going back over I pondered what I was going to do. We used to be able to drive down a steep embankment to get to the creek so that we didn't have to walk.

It was just wide enough for a four-wheeler to go through. But, sometime this year or last someone had put metal posts in the way so no one could go down there.

I parked off the road in the pathway, sitting infront of the two posts. Someone had cleaned this part up and it wasn't riddled with weeds and brush any longer.

The brush clear now there was a clean pathway going down to the creek beside the posts. I thought how easy it would be to drive down that little gravel hill and down to my swimming hole like we and others had done so many times.

But, someone had drove those posts into the ground for a reason and if it was my neighbor on the tractor who did it, I didn't want to get in trouble.

Finally, I got off and walked down the slight hill to the water. It was dirty from him stirring up the gravel on the other side.

I took off my shorts and I waded slowly into the cool water. I felt like I was being watched even though I wasn't and I was self concious.

A truck came into sight, they were hauling a large load of hay. As they drove over the bridge the passenger stared at me. I waved and he or she (I couldn't tell without my glasses) waved back.

I certainly did not want to swim here where I could be watched by nosey people. I got out slowly and grabbed up my shorts. Heading back to the fourwheeler I grabbed my towel, cigarettes and the key and headed towards the swimming hole, not visible from here.

I felt funny the whole way like any minute my neighbor would stop the tractor and yell at me. I waited for him to tell me I couldn't go down there, but the tractor continued to roar and I continued walking.

All the way I thought how I had the right to be here. The creeks weren't private property. I invisioned my neighbor's grandson griping at me telling me that it was his property now.

I imagined myself telling him that I would continue to come here like I have been for years untill he posted a sign. I also pointed out how he had turned into an uppity, prick ever since he had inherited his grandfather's house and some of his land.

I ofcourse would never tell him what I thought about him. I didn't plan on talking to him ever again. Not since he had ignored me a few years back when I had come to his house to visit, smitten and he told me what I ought to do to him.

I refused and then his friend came. I told them I was going to go home and get my cigarettes and come back. When I had returned they had already went inside.

I know that they heard me outside, the four wheeler engine loud in the country silence. But no one came out and I felt like they didn't want me there so I didn't go to the door and knock. He has since gotten married. That was the last time I talked to him.

I walked along the gravel creek bed thinking the whole time about this. The rocks were sharp and big and they crunched beneath my flip flops.

I kept walking, through water for a time and then across the rocks again. It varied with the path.

I was getting hot and tired now, but I trudged on the cool water at the end being my reward.

*Continued in Part 3... I had no idea this story was so long. haha I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading*