Family Discourse

A memory that sticks in my mind from my childhood years, would be camping with my family. Every summer and fall my family would get together and go camping at Stonewall Jackson Lake, it always involved fishing and cooking out, just like everyone else does when they go camping. One true memory from a camping trip was when I was probably 5 years old, my parents and I went out on the boat to fish and of course I wouldn't bait my own hook, nasty, wiggly worms? no, so my dad had to bait it for me every time I would catch a fish. By the end of the day we counted up all the fish we each got I ended up with 22 and dad only caught 2. To this day I still tease him about me being a better fisher than him because I caught so many more. When, in reality, he spent all day baiting my hook.