About a mile from where I grew up, there is the sweetest little pond called Spook Hollow. As kids, we would visit there as often as we could during the cold winter months. This is where my dad taught my sister and I how to ice skate. This is where I learned to hold on real tight to the last person on the chain of friends while doing "whippits" until I couldn't hold on anymore.
This is where I would get lost in thought while skating on the crystal clear ice of the far end of the pond where you had to dodge low hanging limbs and plants. This is now where my daughter stands with her friend Cybele (who happens to live next to the pond in a little development that was nothing but swamp land and a dirt road back in the day), trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive gigantic snapping turtle that's lived there since I was a kid. Now that's one old turtle!! : )
And the torch is passed. : )
Many blessings for a beautiful weekend ~ Wendy