At Seans house

Once again, I must say how we never ran out of things to do while we were growing up. It was almost like Lilesville belong to us at times. I said earlier that it depended on whose house we were at when it came to what we done. When I stayed over at his place- we use to ride our bikes back behind his house where a logging company pushed out several roads. It was so much fun to ride back their and see where the roads would lead to.... now that was an adventure. While riding back there one day we found a cool looking creek and decided to follow it a little. Once we done that one time it was all she wrote... we had found another venture to explore. We called this one creek stomping. We would even plan these events out sometimes.." I get off the bus and get my clothes and I will ride my bike over and then we will hit that creek behind your house".... We would put some old clothes on and head out on our mission.... and that was to see how far we could follow the creek....if you have never done that before then you have no idea what you are missing.... you still don't get it do ya... sometimes there would be obstacles in the way and we would have to crawl in the creek and go under bushes... or cross an old log that had fell over so we could get to the other side. There was even big cliffs we had to jump off of so we could get to better grounds... we were like forest rangers or something.... that was an absolute blast... It may sound lame to you but it was one heck-of-a-time. We got to see cool waterfalls that nobody on the face of the earth got to see..old abandoned houses, old cars- just left in the woods to rot. I would even do stuff like that now... except for the jumping off cliffs- I don't think my knees would handle impact. If we didn't go creek stomping we just rode our bikes around the house- or playing games on their computer. I know I've said it a hundred times but I'll say it again- If I only had camera back then. Well don't stop reading now... you are to far into it ...read on below.