In the neighborhood where I grew up, there was a creek (I believe it was really a drainage ditch...)
But anyway, my brother and I would spend a lot
of time down there...exploring, wading, splashing.
One of my favorite memories was catching tadpoles
in the spring. We would put them in empty mayonnaise
jars and take them home. And then, we would enjoy
watching them morph into frogs over the coming weeks.
We would take them back down there, and give them
their freedom.
When I look at this drawing, I remember some of those
simpler times. I guess we could all use some of those.
I will plan to enter this drawing in an upcoming
competition.
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