Narrative Essay Fishing

A day on the lake is the only thing I need to lose track of time. When I imagine being on a boat with the sun shining down, all I do is smile. I feel giddy about the sun and water, it captivates me. It started when I was about four years old and my cousins invited me to their cabin. The rest of the summer consisted of being at the cabin every weekend they were up doing activities like fishing, swimming, tubing and listening to all of the excitement around me.
When I arrived at the cabin I immediately ran behind the house and caught my first glimpse of the beautiful dark blue water. The next thing that caught my eye was a miniature sized Minnie mouse fishing rod, black and white with little stickers covering it that was sitting on the edge of the

I had never been fishing before and being only four I did not know what patience was. It seemed as if I was standing there for endless hours. I wanted to re-cast every five minutes or so and that is when my dad told me I need to be patient, of course that did not mean anything to me at the time. Finally, my red and white bobber started moving then all of a sudden it sunk below the water. “Dad, Dad, my bobbers gone?” He stayed calm, like always, and told me to slowly reel in my line. I did so and when I could see the tiny sunfish I started jumping up and down screaming. My dad told me that it was too small to keep and that it needed to be let it go. My mom snapped a quick picture of my dad holding the fish in front of me, and that picture means the world to me. Living on a farm meant that we never went on vacation, or did many activities as a family growing up and that was a memory I will forever cherish. I will never forget the gigantic smile that was on my dad's face as I reeled in my tiny first sunfish. Even though we only fished for a couple of hours he taught me how important it is to be patient and that not everything comes easy and at the snap of a finger in