When I Went Fishing

When I was a child, I used to go fishing with my late father. I was amazed with how the boat could sail in the big sea and how it would go to the right direction. Sometimes I just thought that the wind could be so friendly that it would lead us to the place where we could catch a lot of fish. One day, we went too far from the shore that we even couldn't see our home and the shoreline. The only things we could see were mountains and the blue sky. Yes, we were in the big open sea. Many things happened during my fishing days with my late father. But that day was the luckiest day for my father. My father started to throw the hook with a bait. We waited for a few minutes before the nylon moved. It was not an ordinary movement since the boat just turned around and started moving so fast. I didn't realize what was happening, I thought there was a big shark moving underneath our boat. A few minutes later I saw my father trying to pull the nylon so hard and then I saw that on the other end was a big fish. The fish tried to resist his by swimming too fast and sometimes it would soar. The fish was really strong and wild. My father tried to release more nylon. The fish still swam very fast and there was no more nylon to release so our boat would follow wherever the fish would go. I was so scared that I just held my breath and prayed that the fish would not shrink our boat. I trembled when the fish soared high and almost landed on our boat. The fish was almost the same size as the boat. My late father was so happy that I could see him smiling while trying to control the big fish. He didn't know that deep inside I was so scared and thought that the fish would eat us. I stared at the fish and thought that we couldn't go home. I was looking around for some help, but there was only one boat out in that big sea, that's our boat. It took about more than an hour before the fish stopped fighting. Then my father said we would go home and surprised everyone with his catch. My father started sailing again and the wind brought us to the shore. My siblings and mother were waiting and when I saw them I waved and pointed at the big fish on the boat. They were so happy and excited. Many neighbors helped us pulled the boat to the shore. My father told everyone how scared I looked and how I turned pale when he was trying to catch the fish. I thought he was too busy catching fish, but I was wrong. I miss that day, when I was 9 years old when everything was so beautiful and everyone was a neighbor and a friend.