My Memory

Remember fishing with your dad; The cool breeze blowing in your face as you’re watching your bobber roll on top of the waves waiting for that bite. Then a yank, and the bobber is pulled down by a fish! All of a sudden you start to wind your line in playing tug-of-war with the fish, seeing who will win this round. Out of all the memories with my dad, catching a fish with him had to have been the most adventuresome and exciting one of all.

At six years old catching a fish as big as your dad’s hand is a giant accomplishment. Though I’m not a champion fisher-woman, many people have broken U.S. lake fishing records. The fish I caught is called a bluegill or a pan fish. Amos Gray, a record breaker, caught a 5 pound and 7 ounce bluegill. He beat the last record, holding the title of the biggest bluegill caught in the U.S. Though I never caught a fish that big, I love fishing with my dad. My dad teaches me patience, to wait for the fish, otherwise I would have left earlier and had never gotten the chance to catch a fish that made me feel as proud as a peacock.

Beyond catching a record fish, the short story of “Deep Water” plays a part in my memory. What if I drowned falling off the pontoon boat, even though I was wearing a life jacket? 1.2 million people die every year according to the International Life Saving Federation due to drowning, a percentage of that goes to falling off boats. My mom won’t let me go on a boat unless I’m wearing a life jacket.

The most adventuresome and exciting memory with my dad had to have been the time I caught a fish with him. Always cherish the memories you have with family and friends, because these memories you need the most in life.