Huh, this photo reminded me of one of my favorite songs by Lobo.
Oh the good old kampong life! I remember to this day, never mind if there was no bright red Georgia clay. We played with water in the streams and much also in the sea by the shore. Wonderful always to splash around, and have friends, siblings and neighbors enjoying simple fun together — no entrance fees whatsoever.
Playing in the water always called for a retired inner tube of a car, or better still, of a truck (in those days, “tubeless” was not invented yet). And of course, your pet doggie would always delight in tagging and wagging along.