When I was a kid I enjoyed going fishing. My favorite fishing hole was Mosquito Mill. It was a large pond. It had northern pike, bass, perch, catfish, and bluegill. I’d ride my bike a mile to Mosquito Mill. My favorite lure already on my fishing line. My fishing pole held tightly across the front of my bike with my two hands. I tmust have been quite a scene to passerbys. Here I am pedaling like crazy, a fishing pole extending on either side of my handlebars, and a grin a mile wide. I’d escape from home before my mom gave me chores to do. The chores would fall to my brother. Served him right for getting into my baseball cards. LOL. I’d stay until the mosquitos got to me. Usually about an hour. Maybe I could quietly sneak in, grab my ball glove and head to the park and see if there were enough guys to start a pick up game. That’s a good memory. I hope you have good memories of your childhood as well.
