We had this huge field behind the house that I grew up in.

The city would constantly put a fence up around it and the kids in our neighborhood would constantly tear it down so we could bike and play in it. Well in this field there was a small river that we called "the river bottom." Every summer we would go play in the river. It was pretty deep and sometimes the current would be pretty strong so I usually stayed close to the shore. Our mom would keep telling us not to go to the river but we still did anyway. When I was older I decided to go back and visit the river bottom again. It was so dirty and gross. I can’t believe that I actually played in it. No wonder why my mom didn’t want us there.