My First Fish Research Paper

Tha-thump! Tha-Thump! I could hear my heart beating, inside ready to jump out of my body... Tha-thump! Tha-Thump! I stood with my palms sweating on my cool fishing pole trying to reel in my first fish. I struggled, using all my strength, attempting to get my prize from a long day’s work. The day began with a beautiful, blue sky. On that day, the sun glistened on the lake, twinkling on the seemingly endless water. I recently turned six years old and sat smiling with glee enjoying the wonderful nature around me. I sat on an old wooden dock that creaked with every step. On that special day, I experienced the wonders of fishing for the first time. The occasion grew into a big family event as my two uncles came from the cities to enjoy the day.

First, as my elder uncle, Jeff, prepared the fishing poles, my other uncle, Mike, instructed me on how to put bait on the fishing hook. That day we fished with minnows whom swam freely in a bright white pale where they remained unaware of their impending doom. In my youth, I remember wondering the purpose of a fish, particularly an insignificant minnow. For a minnow cannot dictate its own life; a minnow must submit to whichever way the current carries it in the name of self-preservation. I questioned whether a fish is clueless about the fact its life is reaching closer to the end or if it consists of an angelic sense that the Angel of Death sits at its

With my bait set on the hook I began using all my strength to cast the line as far as I could, which typically meant that the line did not go further than five feet from the dock. After a long day of giggling and fishing, the sun began to plunge into the horizon and the sky grew darker. Sitting up, I looked at the setting sun with an unwavering gaze; watching the vivid light that previously scorched my back fall into the sky's abyss. On that day, not only did I learn to fish, but to understand the finer moments in life. I comprehended that I differed from the bewildered minnow, that my life contained meaning. Burning brightly in my eyes rests a fire to achieve and enjoy evenings like that one. Next, the stars revealed themselves for all to see. With the stars twinkling above cool, refreshing air occupied my surroundings. The lake stood still, only punctured by the small ripples created by my free-floating bobber. Then I returned to the task at hand. Despite my uncles having modest fishing success, I still could not get a fish of my own. Despite all the fun I enjoyed that day, my face reddened as I grew frustrated, because I could not apply what I learned and catch a fish. I grew restless and began to succumb to my adolescent need to become distracted. My Uncle Mike continued to tell me to "Be