Memories of a river

One of my favorite memories is that of a river. Oh yes! That beloved river with its clear and sparkling water, leafy boats floating silently down its center, the shadows of trees playing on the surface, and so much more for me to remember.

I saw all of this as a child and when my vision was enough to see it all. I used to swim in my beloved river. I used to go fishing with my dad and brothers in my beloved river, and I used to play in it. I would duck down and grab a smooth pebble and then toss it as far as I could. Then I would wait to hear it splash into the cool flowing water.

I used to love the sensation of the river’s waters as they flowed around me as I stood or swam around. I used to enjoy just standing there in the middle of practically nowhere and listening to the chirping birds flying above me and the gentle noises of the grazing animals on the river’s banks. I used to enjoy the smell of the river, fresh, gentle, and so comforting. Ah yes, memories of a river! My beloved river and memories forever!

I’m Donna J. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day and encouraging you to go out there and tell others about my memories of a river. Visit
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