the hole we dug behind chris's house

This one time we dug a hole in the creek bank behind Chris's house using butter knives. I'm sure it was my idea. We spent a lot of time at that creek, bombing water spiders with rocks or building dams with rocks or skipping rocks over the surface. I really don't know what year this was - my wild guess is the summer of 1984. Which would have made us fourteen at the time. (Is anybody really fourteen? I don't remember ever being asked how old I was, and replying "fourteen".) We stayed up late and dug and dug until it was big enough for one of us to completely crawl inside. Then a day or two later it caved in. I doubt Chris's mom was too happy. They've always had problems with that creek bank slowly but surely eroding, making their small backyard smaller and smaller. And here we go and pull a stunt like this. And I'm quite sure it was my idea.