Watching the Water Flow

As a small child I lived in a nice house that had a creek running through the back yard. The creek was down a slope so it wasn’t visible from the house. One day I wandered outside and found my way down to the creek. Then I plopped down on the ground next to the creek and watched the water flow by. I was unaware that my mother was looking for me and she was growing increasingly alarmed. At one point I heard my name and I turned around to see my mother coming down the creek bank with the widest smile. Later I learned that the entire neighborhood had been looking for me, and there I was all the time, just watching the water flow.