When I was little I had quite the temper. I was the youngest but when my older sisters would get me mad I would throw things at them or hit them. When I would get in trouble my mom would make go to the corner, or if my sister and I were both being mean to each other we would have to sit on the couch and hold each others hands. After I got done being in trouble I would still be mad but there was always somewhere for me to go. Down the road from where I lived in Dayton there was a creek.

     At the creek I would sit above the water on big rock that was dark grey with light grey swirls on it. When I would sit there, there was nothing in the way of the water and me but the mysteriousness of it. The water was always so dark and surrounded by trees. I thought if I jumped in it the crocodiles in it would eat me. (Now I know that there weren’t any crocodiles in it  though.) This place calmed me when I was mad. The way the water would move I would just get lost in thought and soon I would forget about how angry I was. Before I knew it though one of my sisters would come down to the creek to get me because it was time for dinner. Once I would return home from the creek I forgot about how mad I was and soon I would be back to myself and me and my sisters would go in the backyard and climb the tree and play with our dog Girly.

     This creek really helped soothe me when I was little and I loved going there. The creek is still somewhere that I go when I'm having problems in my life today. I think that everyone should have a place to go to solve their problems and calm themselves I know that this place has really helped me in my life so far.