The more mark twain watched the river, the more he grew apart from it. He had been around the river all his life. After he became so attached to the river due to it’s beauty, he wanted to become a riverboat pilot. He knew that after doing this for so long that it was still a dangerous job and that someone or even himself could be killed. From his description of the things in and around the river as he saw daily when riding up and down the river, mark twain felt this was no longer for him. I feel the same way about my neighborhood as a child. There’s no reason to keep visiting when it only gets worse.