sounds like me, no creek or crick but water would flow in small riverlets in the woods. i played for hours learning what happens when you divert it with rocks, dirt etc,, and in the plateaud old lots where the cellar holes were... must have been beautiful but no one even knew it was there.. lying down looking at the stars and two days later covered everywhere you can not even imagine on the whole body with poison ivy... wouldnt change it for the world.. how we learned the basics of things in life... kids dont know how to do that now... shameful...really.. again i thank you for allowing me to remember when. they were my best times..