Nature and I have never gotten along. I tend to hide in my room all summer long and only go out to enjoy nature when forced. The only place that is an exception is the creek by my house. The creek is probably one of the only places in the world that has some sentimental value to me. There has never been a place other than the creek that symbolizes a time in my life that was perfect. If I could go back in time I would want to go back and freeze it to stay forever at the creek the first time I went there.
The day I went to the creek was the day after my 15th birthday my freshman year at York Catholic. I went to the creek September 17th 2007. This day was not only the fist day I'd ever had any real encounters with nature but It was also the only good experience that I've ever had with nature. This would also be a day every girl in high school would dream of. It was the day I had my first real kiss.

The Creek is a few yards away from a road that leads to my neighborhood. In the winter, the creek can be seen perfectly from the road. In mid september, the creek is one of the most beautiful places In the world. The leaves and bushes hide it perfectly. There are 3 entrances to this creek. The first, is how we got to the creek on September 17th. That is the entrance you use by walking through a cornfield. This is probably the most pleasant way to get in and out of the creek. The second way to get in and out of The Creek is by walking through briars and thorns. I learned the hard way to never wear a skirt to the creek. The last way to get to and from the creek is by simply trudging through the water and walking to the road. This is the coldest way to get to and from the creek. This is the best way to my belief. If it wasn't for this entrance to the creek I never would've had my first kiss.