April 24, 2013: Fishing with Grandpa

When I was little, I did not live here. I lived roughly two hours away in an entirely different state. All of my relatives lived here in this area though so every time we would venture this way we would try to visit with everyone. I can remember coming back and staying one night here, another there, just to please all of the family. One of the things most special to me, though, was when my grandpa would take me fishing. We would go to this pond, sit on the side, and fish. It was simple enough but we had a lot of fun catching fish and laughing at each other. Every once in awhile, we would see this guy pedaling by on his bicycle. We only saw him only few times but it was interesting every time. He looked as though he was working so hard to keep going. I think it was his exercise because he wasn't old but he didn't appear young either. Anyways, every day we saw him we'd turn, wave, and then get back to our fishing. Some days we caught a lot while others we weren't as focused or lucky. Looking back now I really miss those days; there were simpler times back then.