Document Type
Description Essay
Publication Date
1997
Excerpt
Two nights ago it got chilly for the first time this September. The cool air will turn the leaves brown, red and gold, and soon after the trees will shed their colorful coats to welcome winter. My birthday is coming next month, and this time of year causes me to travel back to years gone by. I'm going to be twenty-five, and this fact along with the shocking reality of my mortality loom over me. When I was younger, I wanted to be older. I couldn't wait to be sixteen or eighteen or twenty-one, but for the first time in my life, I don't want to get any older. As I sit here and begin to dwell, a journey begins at the base of my imagination and creeps into my memory. For a moment I reach for my youth. I see the lush green hills of the Saint Joseph River Valley and feel the bumpy dirt road that snakes a mile and a half from my Uncle Jack's house down to the river in Berrien Springs, Michigan.
Recommended Citation
Mead, Amy, "My Youth Through a River Flowing (1997)" (1997). The Valpo Core Reader. 177.
http://scholar.valpo.edu/core_reader/177