This reminds me of when I caught my first fishies when we were visiting family at their farm. It was my first time ever being on a farm. I think I was about 4 years old. I was sooo happy and excited about my fish! I named them and I loved them! Life was wonderful and I had new friends!! Then after we were home I remember washing up and getting ready for a dinner. I walked out on the porch of the farmhouse to find my great uncle filet-ing the fish and I hit the ground movie dramatic style screaming at the top of my lungs and lamenting the death of my friends... I was not very pleased...
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 16:58:49 +0000