The Cave

Harry and I loved to explore while growing up. There was a place just outside of town, not too far from our grandma and grandpa's house, that had plenty of ground to explore. It was located just behind what we called the Corner Dump. In fact, it wasn't too far from where we had our titanic rafting excursion.

But on this particular day we crossed a wide ditch, then walked across a large field, went through some woods, and found a road. We followed the road a while and came to a bluff that overlooked a lake (probably a coal mining strip pit). We made our way down the embankment to the bottom near the shore. Where the water had lapped against the dirt wall there was an area carved out that resembled a shallow cave.

So we spent a lot of time there that day, thinking we had really been great explorers to have found a "cave". It started getting late so we returned home.

I managed to go back there years later and there was no sign of the cave. It had all washed away. Had we really discovered a cave or was it a materialization of our collective imagination?