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“So,” Nick asked, “where are we going?”

“The creek,” I replied.

“Why?” Nick asked.

“Cuz we feel like it,” I replied.

“That’s always a good answer,” Nick replied.

“I know,” I agreed.

The conversation was running dull. We were running out of things to talk about.

“So,” I asked, “what did you think of the meeting?”

“Not to be rude,” Nick started, “but I thought Jessie seemed like a wolf.”

Nick looked ashamed.

“It’s ok,” I informed him, “sometimes I think the same thing.”

We both laughed.

When we got to the creek Nick stuck his foot in the water.

“Why are you doing that?” I asked.

“I dunno,” Nick replied.

Then Nick jumped up. I looked at him funny.

“It was cold,” Nick explained.

I shook my head.

“This place is nice,” Nick said staring out at the water ahead of us.

I nodded my head.

“What’s that water over there?” Nick asked.

“Hannie’s lake,” I replied.

“She has a lake?” Nick asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, “but it’s fenced off.”

“Cuz it’s her property, right?” Nick asked.

“Right,” I answered.

“Darn,” Nick replied, “cuz I wanted to see it.”

I thought about it for a minute. Nick wanted to see Hannie’s lake. Wouldn’t Hannie let me in? I wondered…

“I think Hannie could make an exception…” I started.

“Really?” Nick asked.

“Sure,” I answered.

“Oh this is great!” Nick exclaimed.

We then walked over to the fence and I climbed over, Nick followed me. I then stepped out on to the big rock overhanging the lake.

“This is it,” I said as I spread my hand across the lake.

I looked back at Nick. His eyes widened with an expression of amazement. I followed his gaze to the water and the land. It was a vast wonderful place, like a painting. But since I had seen it so many times, without a person who hadn’t, it always seemed to me somewhat like a black and white film, like it wasn’t interesting. But with Nick by my side, the world changed. All the colors from my childhood were relived, the blues, yellows, greens, golds, reds, all were back in living color.

“This is beautiful,” Nick remarked

“I know,” I agreed with almost as much amazement as he had.

“I wish I could paint it,” Nick told me.

I nodded.

“This is my favorite rock,” I told Nick, “I remember the summers when Hannie and I would sit up here and talk of everything possible. I remember it all.”

“What else did you do?” Nick asked.

“We went swimming,” I answered, “I remember jumping off this rock, right here.”

“Wow,” Nick exclaimed, “ It must have been exciting.”

I nodded. I picked up a small rock. That’s why I never came back here. I had too many memories. After that summer things were never the same, nothing was ever the same.

“Had enough Nick?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Nick answered, “I don’t have my paints.”

We then walked away. As we left I threw the little rock to the water. I knew it landed and made ripples. One little rock causing so many ripples, one army causing so many wars, one person causing so many fights, me.