I went along mountains streams yesterday, searching for rocks to build a fireplace. I didn't get a whole lot of rocks, but I did get to wade in the cold water.
This was the time of year that drove my mother nuts when we were kids because we loved to go wading in the brook behind our house, and we didn't necessarily take off our sneakers.
So we'd report home with our shoes making a schlooook schloook noise, and my mother would lose it.
"What did I tell you?!?" she would demand.
"She made me do it," we each said, pointing to another sister.
"She pushed me," was another favorite excuse.
So, I waded in the icy cold water yesterday with my rubber sandals on and wished they had been invented 50 years ago.
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