The place where I learned to swim is now filled with dirt, covered by the land that was brought in to stop the floods from breaking away a place where we once gathered. This park later became a local hangout for the roughens of the area and was frowned upon by the local parents. Hiking, biking and dog walking soon became the new popular activities where we once swam. This place was where we spent the long summer days, watching the sun go down while the cicadas made them selves know. The dead squirrel in the bag that frightened my friend who thought that drinking from the Meramec river would bring her closer to the earth. Located next to the park where I grew up as a child and came to love nature, this was like visiting a well know landmark that no longer existed. Many people still see this area as a once popular area that can be seen for what it is now, not for what it once was. Much like Times beach, MO we all learned about how when we act, we cause change.
The trip to the farm would leave us all guessing how things were before we entered the world.
The last time I was there, a good friend was the world to me in a time of need, not that anything had to be said, only the thought that I had a good friend and this was the place I grew up in. the smells, sounds, they all brought me back to a blurb of childhood, unclear of what was really happeneing. The sun set and cast the colors over the sky and the river drug tree branches past, thinking that where I was standing, I have seen it flooded many times in my life, yet here it is.
38°32'44.98"N
90°25'53.84"W
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