After school yesterday, we went over to our old park and had some fun. The fun was the stream. Miss Dash wanted to go to the "island" there (a debris bar). We would not let her climb down, so we looked further on until we found another place down. That lead to rock throwing, skipping, and thumping. Miss Dash loved to see me hurl the largest rock in.

It didn't take her long to realize that she would walk, then wade, to the island, so she did so. She encourage me to do so, and the water water was cold, but I was wearing sandals, so I got used to it.

Only after all that did I realize that I had this psychological barrier against wading in the stream. Really, it was nothing. I wound up wading about in the shallower area pulling out the big rocks so that I could throw them again.

I see more stream wading in my future.