You don’t get to hog “crick” all to yerself. The TexOkie wing of my family all know a crick is a little stream of water. A “Creek” is an Indian.
Yep. The kidlets love playin’ in the crick, since they don’t have brooks, streams, or creeks. (Or Creeks!) They catch mudpuppies and crawdaddies and shiners. The world might be a better place if every kid could do the same.
“Crick” is a redneck thing. Rednecks are everywhere.
Hey! We always worshed our clothes in the crik!