Whether you were skipping rocks, gigging, looking for minnows or fishing, the creek was "the" place to be growing up here in Northeast Tennessee, especially after a fresh Spring rain. Just hoping your Mama didn't find out cause she didn't want you to play in the creek when you were little. And oh, those tiny little boats, sometimes had to use a matchbox... Loved to put 'em in the water and see how far they'd go and see where they'd end up... I still love to do that. It's the little things in life that make me happy! Such good memories!