RIP dear Pooh Sticks Bridge. You
were the location of many lovely childhood memories. Playing Pooh Sticks,
watching as our carefully chosen stick would drift down to the water below.
Then running to the other side, careful to watch for cars of course, to see whose
stick would make it under you first and appear on the other side. Then there
were the times we would kick sand down the drainage hole, mesmerized by
listening to it make that lovely sound as all the little grains and small rocks
hit the water below. Watching as the rocks plopped into the water, making
delicate ripples in the water always moving.
Then there were the times I would
use your perfect positioning to attack the tubers below with my water gun. Your
height and concrete wall being the perfect spot to hide from any who dare fight
back. Then there were photo shoots, walks with friends, and long phone calls. And
yes, still some games of Pooh Sticks even as we grew older.
Then, as I grew older still, sadly
whether I won at Pooh Sticks or not was the least of my worries. So I took to sitting
on your strong concrete wall to watch my reflection, reflecting on life. Watching
and listening to the serine wildlife that surrounds you, remembering a time
when that very spot was filled with the sound of childish laughter. Not a care
in the world but winning at Pooh Sticks. And as I grew I found your wall grew
so much shorter, and you were growing older as I was. The green moss growing
thick atop the stone and your cracks growing ever longer.
It has been a wonderful 20 years
dear bridge, but sadly all things must come to an end eventually. The sweet
reminder of my childhood now only found in my mind. Now I must let you go and
make room for a new bridge that will be built in your place. But you will live
on forever in my heart and mind dear Pooh Sticks Bridge. Perhaps your now
crumpled pieces will be given new life; perhaps you will have the chance to
hear the sound of children’s laughter yet again. I can only hope…
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