Qwchen

This is the place where our memories began. A creek at the bottom of a canyon, red cliffs on either side and a giant pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on. Paths that we created through the woods and up and down those copper canyon walls while we pretended to be wild Injuns or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse. You were on your knees, in the middle of the creek, when I found you. A neighbor girl, trespassing. I had a mind to chase you off until I asked what you were doing. You looked at me, smiled, and said, "Catching crawdads. Come help!" After that day, we spent Springs and Summers building fort walls and chasing frogs, s