Gone Fishing

I was supposed to be the boy in our family - everyone had predicted it as so - but out I popped, a frilly pink girl. My dad decided he'd teach me things that he'd teach a son if he had one, so I learned how to hit a golf ball, played t-ball (albeit, not very good) and I learned how to fish.

We used to spend hours at the ponds on my grandparent's farms fishing. When I'd get bored, I'd chase tiny frogs, catch crickets or pick daises to take home to my mom. My mother actually said that sometimes my dad would have to sneak out on Saturday mornings to go fishing without me knowing (so he could actually catch something without a little kid talking the whole time and scaring the fish away).

Most of the time, I'm a girly girl, but I still love to fish. My nephew asked for a new rod and reel for his birthday this year from my dad, so after we blew out the candles, we all went down to the pond and fished a little. My nephew said, "How you gonna get a fish off your hook if you catch one?", referring back to my girly-girlness, and I said, "You obviously don't know who you're talking to." When I finally did catch a fish, I impressed the heck outta him when I grabbed the fish in one hand and wiggled the hook out of the gills with another.

He ended up hooking the biggest catch of the day - a great ending to a fabulous birthday.