Fishing, camping, and doing boy stuff,  yep I’m daddy’s little girl. Climbing trees and jumping off from high places. Boxing with daddy, riding motorcycles with Uncle Johnny, Golfing with Grandpapa, And Fishing. Fishing the name just sends adrenaline in my veins and the memories of trying to use my strength to pull that fish out of the water. The fear of not being able to get the hook out and fear of losing a challenge. 

At first you probably wouldn’t think that I am not that kind girl who likes to go fishing. Will don’t judge a book by its cover. Because I love fishing, but at first I hated it. I hated the slimy gross scaly fish, The wiggly slim of the worms. But after a while I started to love it. 

We usually go on vacation.  This year we went on a trip to New York to visit my family for my grandmother’s birthday.  The place we were staying had a lake.  They gave us some fishing gear and we also used a canoe. We went fishing on the second day of our vacation, we went in the afternoon (fishing tip number 1: always go in the morning) so we started to get ready. After a few minutes we looked amazing with a white crocs and My dad with his black crocs.  But little did we know that we would have the best/funniest experience together. 

When you're the oldest it is hard to get attention from family. Not that I like the spotlight on me, but like to have the family to pay attention to me. So walking down to the lake where the canoes are. We put all of the Equipment down on the dry grass. “Hey, you ready for some father/daughter time” my father said with a smirk. I nodded my head with excitement racing through my veins.

me and my dad picked up the metal canoe with pure body strength( I’m just kidding, my dad was the one who picked it up). My dad and I got to the water, my dad moving the canoe  in any direction we wanted.  My dad and I eventually found a good spot and started fishing. We had a few nibbles on our lines. Until a few minutes but we got too deep in a weedy area. My dad threw his line then out of nowhere “got something I got something” My dad shouting stating that he needed some help. In the murky depths of the weedy field water there was a bass,  pretty big one if I do say so myself. I quickly grabbed a blue fishing net and my dad put his fishing net right over where the fish was dangling.  The fish’s tail met the bottom of the net. I grabbed the fish quickly and tightly so it wouldn’t get the hook stuck in its mouth. My dad yells get the camera get the camera so I got his phone turned on video there was unhooking my very first fish.  

I was very proud of my dad for catching it but I was even proud of myself for unhooking it safely, returning it back into the lake where it came from living free and in the wild.  

Huge grin emerged on my father's face and made me so joyful and happy that I got to spend time with my dad.  My dad never told me that he was actually proud of me, but I can see it in his face and his eyes that we will treasure that memory forever. He might have recorded some of my memories catching fish and sometimes.  Me and my dad rewatching those videos or amazing pictures of us catching a fish.

It was the first time in a few years that I actually got to spend time with my dad. I was an only child for most of my life.  When my sisters came along my attention was put to the side. After that day I was good with the few hours we had together. I really wish we could spend more time and more memories like this one. Those few hours were good enough for me.