The Lake-Personal Narrative

“When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.” These words being said have been always a true statement, showing intelligence and carefulness, unlike the incident that occurred with a family member at my glamorous lake in the country.
My family, including my dad, my grandpa, my two uncles, my sister, and I all drove one mile down the road to our Lake to appreciate the rest of the sublime day, as we were laughing and smiling to our heart's content. We wanted to spend the rest of the day enjoying the time we had before it goes. We put our swimming suits on, accumulated our fishing poles and gear, our roasting sticks to cook the hot dogs, and a bag of saccharine marshmallows. On the way toward our destination, we sang many
The Lake was quiet, peaceful, wondrous, and beautiful this time. It has always been miniscule, but it was big in my mind. The small green grasshoppers were hopping about, and wanted to be concealed in the recently mowed grass, but were too big without being spotted. The small forest was waving to us from below, making a friendly gesture to all. They swayed in a simple but smooth rhythm together as one like music notes played on the piano, making a magnificent melody. The reeds located near the shallow waters of the Lake were covered by moss, but still beautiful in the sight of their mellow, naturalistic colors. The sparkling water and the ripples were slowly moving as the wind carried them swiftly to one way and another. The tiny tadpoles were waiting for their adulthood to come to fully develop. The fish were silently sitting still for a worm to swim past them so they would be able to eat a late
I certainly won't make that mistake again this time, because I knew I would be more careful and diligent in my surroundings. I quickly escaped from my daydream and suddenly looked around to see any nail poking their head out of the wooden raft. I spotted one, then another. We really need to get this raft fixed! After waiting for my dad to impale the worm with the hook, I quickly threw my reel as far as I was able too. I waited, and waited, and waited. I was patient, but still cautious of any tugging sensation of my fishing rod. Nothing. I waited some more, and as I waited,I looked around of my other family members and saw them catch a blue gale or a bass. This usually occurs every time I finished because I would always cast my real at the wrong spots, and then after I would catch so many fish I couldn't even begin to count. I just had to determine where the best place to fish. I spotted one and it was near the reeds in the water which would be a good spot because many fish would want to conceal themselves within it. An excited rush of thoughts went through my mind and I just couldn’t