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It had been several years since I had been back to the old family place. Seeing how I was in the neighborhood with plenty of time to spare I thought I would drive by and see how things have changed. I knew the farm had new owners, a cousin had told me this much about a year ago at a reunion. Driving by, it all looked the same, was glad to see that whom ever owned it now took care of it and even had cows and some pretty horses out in the fields. I drove down the road to where an old wooden bridge crossed the creek that ran to the pond and crossed it, parking on what looked to be an old logging road on the opposite side of the road. I followed the creek thru the woods until I could just make out the opening of the pond since it was fed by the creek. I stood under an old oak tree that has been there forever and see that the rope for the old tire swing is still hanging but the tire is missing and remember all the good times me and friends and cousins had out here. It is clear to see the new owners appreciate the pond cause all the way around on its banks it is cleaned off and mowed. On the far end of the pond by the levee I see where a pier had been built. I start walking towards it but stop to sit on a stump of a tree that was gone and gaze out over the pond and reminisce. I think back to that moonlit night that me and my high school sweetheart shared our first time together. Thinking back I can see how her skin glowed in the moonlight as we both slowly undressed to go skinny dipping that night. Can hear the splashing of the water as we played around with each other, trying to dunk the other. I recall how her body felt against mine under the water and how it beaded on her skin. ...

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