When I was six years old, my mom, sister, and I went to Johnstown Pennsylvania for summer vacation. It seemed like a town on the other side of a mountain, down in a valley. We visited my mom's friends parent's farm. There I lived out my adventurers like Tom Sawyer. On one occasion we went to the creak and caught crawdads with our bare hands, or a paper cup. My sister thought it was funny to hang some one them off her finger tips. Slamming the screen door of the farm house, and running out to the next adventure, these are the stories that stay with you forever.