You know how you have those childhood memories where a place you visited seemed beautiful beyond measure? Well that's what Hiawatha was in my memory. I would have been very, very young when I have the memory of being there - possibly no older than four. But the memory of being in this beautiful, ice-cold stream, with water rushing over rocks and the sound of the water trickling and rushing always remained. In my memory it was lush and green and beautiful.
Today, after all these years, I found it. I found Hiawatha. I was so afraid that it wasn't going to live up to my memory; that it was just going to be this small, stagnant little creek and nothing special. But there it was; beautiful and green, with the water rushing over rocks, the waterfall flowing, surrounded by green bush and huge, rolling hills and the tallest of trees. I was so happy. The memory is intact. Now my children have seen it. I'm so happy to have shared it with them.
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