Our mothers had only one rule on summer days.It was understood that we were not to leave the block unless we were with another kid or two, but otherwise, the whole day was ours.
This morning it rained, which was a blessing, because it cooled things off, plus it gave us something fun to do.
I put a stick in the water running along the curb, and Billy, who lived in the house across the street, and I followed it as it bobbed along.
It kept going all the way to New Road, then took a left turn and kept moving until it disappeared into a drain.
We hopped over the little fence into the drainage ditch and decided to follow that. The stick disappeared, but that didn’t matter. We had a new world to discover.
The trees along the ditch were really thick. It was easy to imagine that we had been transported to some place far away.
We walked for miles. Sometimes the ditch just ended and we had to walk through people’s yards, jump their fences, and walk for a couple of blocks to pick up the trail again.
Every turn in the trail led us to a new and different adventure.
We went to the far ends of the Earth.
Along the way we collected priceless treasures from the exotic places we visited.
By the time we were ready to go home, we were wet and dirty and tired.
When I got home Mom made me take a bath and change my clothes. As always, she put a huge glass of iced tea on the table.
“What did you do all day?” she asked.