Klenke - Dec 17, 2003 1:41 pm - Voted 10/10
Journeys back to childhoodIsn't it usually an emotional thrill to go back to places one once lived many years ago and see what's changed?
In the late 70's I lived in Belleville, Illinois. Traveled back there for the first time in the early 90's. Went back to the old street we used to live on. We lived in a house at the end of the street. We had a thick greenbelt next to us separating us from a large ballfield park. Well, the park is still there but the greenbelt was much thinned. Gone were most of the climbing trees and the opportunities to build secluded forts amongst the brush. Gone was the big tree at the end where the top almost touched the power line above (maybe 50 feet up). We could climb to the top of the tree, which had been lopped off on account of the power line, and sit there like eagles in their treetop nest only feet from the power line. Yes, I waxed nostalgic for how it used to be.
desainme - Dec 17, 2003 2:18 pm - Hasn't voted
Re: Journeys back to childhoodI certainly wiled away a few hours in this area. We would slip off the bank of the last street through the underbrush down the hill to the first small steam, then moving southward we would climb up the north slope to the edge. It was easiest to descend the middle from the farmer's fence and down to Bull Run. Sometimes we would see students and if we went up the creek to the railway trestle we could see vagabonds or crawdads. Climbing this thing was quite a challenge-heavy kids never did it.
It certainly paled compared to Horse Mountain Maine at the Norheast entrance of Baxter Park which I first saw at age 7. The 300 foot cliff there has tempted a few with or without clothes lines with disasterous results
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