Childhood Memory
Childhood Memory
My favorite childhood memory was when I was twelve years old with my Grandpa Joe on a fishing trip. We took his boat out into the Gulf and spent the day fishing, telling jokes and having a nice relaxing day. It was by far the best day I ever had with my Grandpa Joe.
My Grandfather taught me how to string a fishing line, bait the hook, and cast the pole into the water. It was very frustrating at first. I did not understand how to throw the fishing line into the water, my first try I ended up dropping my pole into the water. My grandfather laughed at me and said “Roc you have to have patience with the fishing pole and concentrate”. He explained it again, and then showed me how to cast the line into the water.
Finally I figured it out; I was so excited that I started jumping up and down an accidently knocked the tackle box into the water. Both my grandpa and I just started laughing so hard we had hard time breathing. After we got as much of the fishing equipment and the tackle box out of the water and back into the boat, I started fishing on my own. I was so inpatient because there were no fish biting.
After a few hours of absolutely nothing biting at the bait, I caught a 2 foot hammerhead shark. It took both my grandfather and me to reel in the shark. Halfway through reeling in the shark my Grandpa Joe told me “We should cut the line before the shark snaps this pole in half”. I did not want to, but I knew if I didn’t my pole would be broke and I wouldn’t be able to fish anymore. So Grandpa Joe cut the line, and we watched the shark swim away.
With all the excitement of my big catch of the day we were both exhausted. We grabbed a seat and put together some lunch. Grandpa Joe and I sat there for a couple hours just talking about sports, school, and cars. It was so relaxing with the boat rocking back in forth with the motion of the waves. Watching the sunset brought up some good questions I had for my grandpa. I asked him “where does the sun
My favorite childhood memory was when I was twelve years old with my Grandpa Joe on a fishing trip. We took his boat out into the Gulf and spent the day fishing, telling jokes and having a nice relaxing day. It was by far the best day I ever had with my Grandpa Joe.
My Grandfather taught me how to string a fishing line, bait the hook, and cast the pole into the water. It was very frustrating at first. I did not understand how to throw the fishing line into the water, my first try I ended up dropping my pole into the water. My grandfather laughed at me and said “Roc you have to have patience with the fishing pole and concentrate”. He explained it again, and then showed me how to cast the line into the water.
Finally I figured it out; I was so excited that I started jumping up and down an accidently knocked the tackle box into the water. Both my grandpa and I just started laughing so hard we had hard time breathing. After we got as much of the fishing equipment and the tackle box out of the water and back into the boat, I started fishing on my own. I was so inpatient because there were no fish biting.
After a few hours of absolutely nothing biting at the bait, I caught a 2 foot hammerhead shark. It took both my grandfather and me to reel in the shark. Halfway through reeling in the shark my Grandpa Joe told me “We should cut the line before the shark snaps this pole in half”. I did not want to, but I knew if I didn’t my pole would be broke and I wouldn’t be able to fish anymore. So Grandpa Joe cut the line, and we watched the shark swim away.
With all the excitement of my big catch of the day we were both exhausted. We grabbed a seat and put together some lunch. Grandpa Joe and I sat there for a couple hours just talking about sports, school, and cars. It was so relaxing with the boat rocking back in forth with the motion of the waves. Watching the sunset brought up some good questions I had for my grandpa. I asked him “where does the sun