The Fountain

A mile and a half can be a long way to walk to school or to ride a bike. Part way along there was a place where a culvert crossed the road to let water flow under the road and into the creek. Water flowed through the culvert quite a bit of the time. The redeeming feature was that the water had to fall quite a few inches down to the creek. On the creek bank there was a spot that was just the right place to stand to get a drink.

Only years later did it dawn on me that the water I was drinking had just made its way across the farmer’s barnyard.