Narrative-Fishing Incident

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“Beep Beep Beep, Beep Beep Beep,” I hear my alarm clock chime. I reach over and turn it off. Five in the morning, too early for me. I grab my phone and it’s light blinds me as I turn it on. In my groggy state I slowly make my way out of bed to eat breakfast. I see my dad cooking he gives me a smile and I smile back. The steamy eggs, too hot to eat, on my plate as I reach out and stretch. I hear the excitement of my dad's voice but can’t make any of the words out, as I try keeping myself awake. He explains his plans for our trip. I slowly eat as he grabs our bags and heads out to the car. I finish eating, I am ready to go. I slide my feet into my shoes grab the last of our fishing poles and we are ready to head out. “I’m glad you said you…show more content…
After unpacking our bags and grabbing a bite to eat we head out. We get to our fishing spot a small concrete pier with a boat launch near where my dad had grown up. He tells me stories of what this place looked like when he was a child. As I open the door a cool beach breese comes along bringing the smell of salt along with it. We grab all of our fishing equipment our rods, tackle boxes, chairs, and coolers. As we walk I hear the seagulls squawk, the waves crash, and the people chattering. I see old men fishing standing along the docks. Their shirts off, big sunburnt…show more content…
Staring out the window I look and the fluffy white clouds in the blue sky. I sit there thinking about what went wrong, was there something I could have done better? As I sat and thought I began to remember more than just the fish. I thought about the time I spent with my dad just us hanging out together talking. Something we would think we do everyday but it was more than just the normal “how’s school” or “what’s up.” We talked about anything and everything, we made jokes, what was really going on. What felt like a blown fishing trip I began to see how much we had bonded. “You know what? I had a fun time fishing with you.” I told my dad. He looked over to me looking surprised. “Even though we didn’t catch anything I enjoyed sitting around in the sun talking.” “I did too,” he says with a big smile on his face. “Next time we will do better, it’s always a little more fun catching instead of just fishing.” The rest of the caride we sit talking more than we had ever before. We had a new understanding for each other, even a better appreciation for eachothers
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