Personal Narrative: My Daddy

My Daddy was an insurance salesman and our family moved every few years, always living in the South. Many towns clumped together and our stability became the culture of the South. My aunts and uncles scattered from west Tennessee to Mississippi and our yearly vacations and holidays turned into adventures in their company. Geographically, my world appeared small, but I had no idea. We swam and fished at Reelfoot Lake - muddy and full of cypress trees. Where we swam a sign read, THE BEACH - in my eyes, I was at the beach. At the spillway my Uncle John D taught me how to catch carp and brim as they slid across a bumpy concrete slide. When I asked him where the fish came from he said, “Somebody told me China, but this man lies sometimes.” I