Personal Narrative-I Grow Up By A Lake

I grew up by a lake. My family helped build the lake back in the 1800s but we no longer live on it, we sold our part back in 1960’s. We knew several people that lived on the lake that would let us use their lots to swim, fish, and just have a good time. I took my friends there often and I had a few birthday parties there. It became a common hang out for me and my friends. It became a sunday afternoon hangout for us. It became a good place for us to spend time with each other. I distinctly remember going down there with two of my friends Jack and John. On this particular time, Jack was already down there and I had to pick up John. he suggested we grab some firewood to cook what we caught for dinner. To me, that sounded like a good idea so we got about three bundles of firewood and a lighter. When we got to the lot John and me surprised Jack by telling him our plan to cook what we caught. At this time it was about three. Jack took off his shirt and ran into the lake at full speed and feel about five feet into the water. John ran to the
We all swam and got our poles and began fishing. I swam out to the raft and began to bait my hook Jack just got out and swam and fished and John went to the dock. At about 6ish we had a few fish in the live trap nothing to big. I was changing my hook leaving my line in the water looking at my tackle box trying to figure out what to use when my pole shot toward the water. I quickly grabbed it and my line began to wine. I set my hook and my pole was bent an extreme angle. I was using my large fish pole so I was lucky in that sense it took me over a half hour to reel it in, it was a large pike. That was my last fish of the night and began to clean all the fish while Jack and John got the fire started. We cooked at ate the fish while we just sat till almost midnight. At the end of the night, we all went home, Jack got in trouble because he was supposed to be home at