Blog Prompt #11

Memory of a Place.

Try to imagine a place from your past. Do you have pictures of this place? Describe this place as you remember it. What might a photograph look like of this place if you were to go back and photograph it? What would it look like in the past? What would it look like to you today? Where are you standing in this place? What other items are in this place? What colors do you see? Are there other people or are you alone? Make a “written photograph” of this place using words/description.

Thinking to my past, I naturally go to my childhood. One spot that I visited often was the creek down the street from my Nana's home. My cousin Sammie and I would go down and play along its banks, around the surrounding fields, but never actually in the creek's water. We always thought it was toxic, so we never dared to actually go in it. Thinking back, it was probably pretty difficult for us to even get close to it. The creek has high banks and is surrounded by thick brush from trees, vines, and bushes. Little sunlight got through because of the thick vegetation, but when it did, the light reflected on the surface of the water like gold. It was very serene to sit under the trees around the creek, and we spent many summer afternoons there. 

Sometimes, trash would drift its way down the creek. I've seen lots of tires, the occasional toilet seat, and even a small tv set. The garbage wouldn't stay long and would get washed down the creek after a big storm. My grandpa would come down and see us when he got home from work, and we played a game that involved aiming rocks at the trash. Sam and I would often times go exploring along the creek's banks, and once we saw a bridge made from shopping carts going across the water. We never saw any animals, aside from squirrels, that would go around the creek, but we could see raccoon tracks in the mud closer to the water.