Kukla Harris Vera
Mill Creek Park Memoirs
Seasons There wasn’t an adult in sight. Now that was sweet. On top of that, we had the world’s best playground right in our backyard. Living at the end of McCollum Road, our end was Mill Creek Park. Of course, for all of us in the neighborhood that was really just the beginning. Somedays we’d step stones through the creek that ran from our backyard deep into the park. There were tadpoles and salamanders; sometimes you’d get lucky and find a frog or turtle. We knew them all intimately. We didn’t need a biology class to discover these wonders; they were right in front of us