The river

The River

When I was a little girl, I had a special place I went to when I was happy, sad or just needed a place to be alone. It was the river down the hill from my grandmother’s house. It was always so quiet and peaceful there. It was my place for solitude. I would always be able to get my thoughts together while I sat on the bank and skipped rocks on the river. It didn’t matter if it was raining, sunny, snowing or sleeting, I always made my way to the river when I need to. It was so amazing there. I felt as if I was in my own little world where nothing mattered but me. I miss it very much now.
The river always made the rough times a little easier for me. Bad days would turn out to be at least bearable ones. I remember how upset I used to get at my father when he used to tell me that he was coming to get me and not show up. I would be so excited. I would wait on him for hours and hours. When I finally realized that he wasn’t coming, I would run down to the river cr...