Swimming the Arroyo Seco The Arroyo Seco was my Mom's playground in the 20s. Swinging from a tree she dove into the water before the river was paved. Her Mother grew up on the same river, but I can't see her playing there. Mom loved to roller skate, playing all the little girl games, jacks, jump rope, and running like the wind. Did Grandma leave those joys behind; why did she grow so cold? Did Mommy chase the ghost of her Mother's childhood left behind still swinging on the rope into the Arroyo Seco?
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