Memories

My earliest childhood memory was my grandpa taking my brother and me fishing with him. I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of my grandpa calling my name. Then it struck me like a bolt of lighting, grandpa was taking us fishing today. I looked outside and the world was still asleep. I opened the bedroom door and went into the kitchen where grandma had allready made breakfast. Grandpa was getting our fishing gear ready. I ate untill I thought my belly was going to explode and then we were off to one of grandpas secret lakes.We caught so many fish that we had fried fish for supper. Even on those rare occasions when we did not catch any fish I still had a blast. I guess it was my grandpa who got me hooked on fishing because it is my number one passion in life. Even in the middle of winter me and my brother will go out and fish in the freezing cold weather. We are just that crazy about fishing. During the summer and spring you will never find us at home. I guess mom puts up with us doing that as long as we bring home enough fish for supper.