The Creek, by Joshua Michael Riedel

  I go down to the creek behind my house every Saturday morning. The creek is at the base of the hill, on my side of the neighborhood. The Derbez brothers usually meet me there. They live a few houses down from me on the same side of the street so their backyard turns into the creek too. We consider ourselves lucky to have the creek behind us since when most other people look out the window, they see nothing but more houses.
 

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