The Crick
We ran for the crick. After we crossed the road, we shot down the short trail. It was the only clear cut path to the crick. It was part of an embankment, and the sloped off ledge immediately fell into a pretty steep drop. So going down would happen fast. And once you got to the bottom, you'd have to look back just to see how you'd done it.
The trail was kind of narrow too, not the actual opening but the water rut snaking down the center. The rut wasn't too deep. I never did twist an ankle or anything. But that year, I can remember my shoe would barely fit in what was then the fastest way.
Don't get me wrong, not everybody had to run down. There was another way. You could use the stepping stones sticking out from the sides, or you could jump if you wanted, but that I wouldn't recommend, because your feet would sting something awfull afterwards.
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