A Four Year Old and a Net
Growing up on the lake, I have a lot of fond memories. Catching my first fish will always be the best childhood memory that I have, because it started a tradition between my father and I.
My mom had always loved sunsets, especially if they are over a body of water. On a summer day, my dad was fishing on our dock; my mom took me down to watch the sunset. Since I was only four years old, I couldn’t see the beauty in it. Now looking back I can picture it just perfectly- the sun was half way under the pine trees in a half spear of glowing orange light. The sky around it was a pinkish-purple that lead into a darker yellow and far in the distance, it turned into black. The low sun had cast a shadow on the lake that mirrored it almost perfectly, except the calm ripples of water moving it ever so slightly.
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