Fishing

When my brother and I were kids my Grandpa would take us fishing. Sometimes it was a family event with Mom and Dad coming along but sometimes it was just the grandparents and grandkids. I always liked those. I didn't do much fishing then. Grandma and I would take off our shoes and soak our feet in the cold mountain river. I can still feel the water as it inches around first my toes then my foot and lastly my ankles. It was always so refreshing, still is. My brother and Grandpa would be the ones actually fishing, using corn and worms. They would go up stream a bit or go downstream from us to do their recreation. Grandma and I were generally in a sunny spot and in shallow water so we weren't hindering the men. When I did decide to stick my line in the water it was always with corn. I didn't mind picking up worms but I hated putting them on a hook. It was just yucky to me, besides I had talking I need to do, LOL! The fish didn't always bite but it never bothered anyone. When we wanted to actually catch something Grandpa would call his buddy and take us to his pond. The fish ALWAYS bit there...we didn't keep them of course..but it was so much fun reeling them in and letting my brother or Grandpa take them off !

I miss my youth at times. All of my grandparents have moved on to Heaven. I am happy for them and I know I will see them again someday. My Mom and Dad have taken over the roles of Grandma and Grandpa, although that isn't what they are called. I can see the look on my mini bubbles faces when they talk about Memaw and Pepaw. It is the same look my brother and I had not too long ago.