Memories

It was sometime near the end of July. My family was checking out land in a rather large rural neighborhood in the southeastern part of New York. My family was thinking of moving there and having a house built. Out in the front of the lot, there was a large mount of gravel that was just lying there. At this moment in time I was around eleven or twelve years old. To me it looked like it was taller than a house. That was where I first met my soon to be neighbors, Blake and Troy.
One, Blake, was a grade younger than me and about year younger also, but we shared a lot of the same interest. But so do most kids around that age. The other was around my brother’s age, who was just about to go into 1st grade. They seemed like they were nice, and even though I didn’t know they’re names at the time, I knew that we got along well.
About three or four months later, our house was finally ready to move into to. When we got there, Blake and his Brother Troy were already there. We would hang out and play all day around our little section of the neighborhood. We lived in an unfinished dead end street that turned in to a dirt road. There were only about 5 houses on that street. One day Blake decided to introduce me to the rest of the kids that hung out on the street. There was and older blonde girl, Whose name I sadly cannot remember, who was probably in 6th or 7th grade. There was a young kid who was either in 1st or 2nd grade. And A brother and a sister a year younger than me, You would have thought they were twins. We all got along really well.
We would all like to hang out at this one spot that was right on a creek. Running on one side of my house was a creek. It ran under the street all of our houses were located on and came out on the other side. On the other side of the street was where we would gather and talk for hours on end. Above the creek there were two large rocks that had flat tops. They were pretty high above the creek, and they were prefect for standing on or lying down. We would sit there, all of us dangling our feet off the rock looking at the creek as it flowed through. Here, we would talk about anything and everything. Mostly about schools and how our teachers were giving out tons of homework. It was fun and everyone enjoyed just talking, sharing jokes, and laughing.
One weekend, we were pretty bored. It was a long weekend and the teachers have given us no homework. We all figured we would go down to our usual spot and hang out down there. After a while one of the kids came up with a good idea, or at least that’s what we all thought at the time. He decided that he could jump from one rock to the other over the creek. Well, he made so we all decided to try it. It was fun and we did that for as long as kids could do that without getting bored.
Days passed and we continued going to that spot and hanging out. We would explore the tunnels that the creek ran through under the road. One day, the man who owns the area that we were hanging out on said that he didn’t want us there because we could get hurt and it would be bad if we sued him for us injuring ourselves doing something without our parents around to watch us. Eventually we all just went our separate ways after that. With nowhere to hang out we just stopped all together. That January I left New York and moved to Indiana.