Pond

Pond The Trolley Track Pond The duck pond by my grandfather’s house still holds a feeling of adventure and fun as well as calmness that I have never experienced anywhere else. It has crystal clear water and trees that have grown just so perfect for climbing. When I was younger I would climb these trees, tying to reach as far as I could before getting too scared and returning to the ground. Then there were days I would climb to a spot in my favorite tree, my “Pooh Tree” as I called it, which leaned out over the water just right. From this spot in my tree, I could sit there and stare at my reflection in the perfect water, looking at my face with a beautiful background and not have a care in the world. For some reason, I could always go to that spot, sit in that tree and be as far away from all the problems I had in my young life at the age of thirteen. The duck pond was originally dug in 1915 when the trolley tracks that connected from what I remember, Albion and Medina. My grandfather Ronald Haylett dug it pond, out, summer, seemed, days, around, always, found, fort, world, water, trying, things, stephen, spent, even, duck, came, trolley, together, time, something, never, friends, day, way, very, trees, tree, through, though, spot, planned, place