I yawned. “Hawwwww…… are we there yet?” I said
“Yes, Ryan,” my mom said, with a bit of aggravation I could just make
But hey, we were finally here in Florida, one of my favorite places.
It’s my favorite because I was born here and I was coming back here to
see people—family and friends.
“Hey, Mom! Are we going to our house or Grandma and Grandpa’s?” I
“We’re going to the house to unpack and they will meet us here,” Mom
said uncertainly, like she didn’t know.
“There’s the house, guys,” my father said, really excited and with a
hint of relief.
“Yes,” the rest of us - my mom, my brother and I – answered with relief
As we unpacked, I ran upstairs and tried to sleep for at least five
minutes, but I couldn’t so instead I just helped unpack, and when we
were done that we got to my grandparents’ house!
Ding dong… They seemed excited to see us. “Hey, guys,” we said back,
really happy to see them.
As we came in, dinner, which was from Dustin’s BBQ, was set on the table
like they knew we were going to be there on time.
When we sat down, we all told stories. Then the thing that I’d been
wanting to do, which was fishing, was imminent. I asked, “Can we go
fishing after dinner?”
My grandpa, my dad’s dad, said, “Why don’t we go now?” As we walked to
the dock the sun was just about to set. The orange and purple colors
blended together and a slight breeze ruffled the palm trees. The slow
moving water from the river glistened with little waves white-capping
when they hit the shore line. Tonight was a good night. We sat on the
rusty but still silver box that was marooned on the ply-wood. With one
flick of the wrist, my rod snapped, releasing the line toward the
glistening river where it would soon drift away to be consumed by a
special little fish that we would soon catch. As we waited, we watched
several bait fish called mullet jump by the dock lights hung from the
chipped and slowly decaying ply-wood beams.
It got quiet till ZZZZZZZZZZ! A fish hooked himself on the line and we
had our first bit of action of the night! As I went to grab the rod and
reel, the fish shot skyward and rocketed out of the dark shiny water
with little beads of water accumulating; the beads reflected the
surroundings. As the fish traveled through the air, the beads slid off,
causing an array of water drops to plop into the river. As I reeled the
fish in, the line snapped and the fish got free.
“Ugh,” I said with a sigh.
Sympathetically, my grandfather said, “Hey it’s alright! Fishing is like
a game. Sometimes you strike big and sometimes you come up empty.”
“I guess you’re right,” I said, understanding the message.
“Now, let’s go home. It’s getting too dark out here,” he said with a
“Yeah, I’m getting tired as well,” I softly said. I needed the sleep
because tomorrow was Thanksgiving!
When Grandpa and I returned home, my mother, father, and brother were
waiting, and we went on home to our little place by the beach. When we
arrived, I went straight to bed. The next morning the gulls chirped, the
palm trees rustled, and the sun slowly rose but was blocked by lost
clouds. “HAPPY THANKSGIVING!” I yelled all excited that I was going to
eat well tonight! When we all were awake, the boys—my brother, father,
and I—went to our grandparents’ house, while my mom stayed behind to
bake. Time flew! I gathered my fishing stuff and went to the dock, and I
was going to cast net for bait. Well, I grabbed the net and forgot to
tie it around my wrist. I took the net, turned back slowly, and scanned
the river’s surface. I saw a gathering of fish and I quickly moved
forward. I felt my grip on the net turn into handfuls of air, and the
rope slithering past me and into the river. I panicked! I quickly
grabbed my fishing pole and luckily hooked the floating rope and brought
her ashore. I was really lucky. By then dinner was ready and we sat down
and enjoyed ourselves, told stories, watched movies and had little
archery competitions. It’s times like these that I wish I could really
have last forever.