A Day With | Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins 11yo 63 __full__
Dad showed me how to bait the hook, and Uncle Tom helped me cast my line into the water. We spent the morning fishing, laughing, and just enjoying the tranquility of the lake. When I finally caught a small fish, Dad and Uncle Tom cheered louder than I had ever heard them cheer before.
When they dropped me off, Uncle Tom gave me a nickel for being a "first-rate deckhand." My legs were sun-kissed and my hands smelled like lake water, but as I watched the Chevy disappear down the street, I decided that 1963 was turning out to be the best year yet. to be more humorous, or perhaps focus on a different setting like a trip to the local fair or a ballgame?
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The fish fought hard, pulling the line left and right. My hands were slipping on the handle, but I kept reeling. Uncle Tom scrambled down to the edge of the water with the landing net, shouting encouragement like a cheerleader. With one final tug, a beautiful, shimmering rainbow trout broke the surface, and Uncle Tom scooped it up in the net.
We reached the lake just as the fog was lifting off the water. It looked like a giant mirror. Uncle Tom helped me bait my hook with a real worm, which I still hate touching because they are so slimy. Dad untangled my line three times before I even made my first cast. Dad showed me how to bait the hook,
"Good morning, kiddo!" he said with a smile, giving me a hug. "Today's going to be a great day, I just know it."
As the sun began to dip low and the woods turned purple and grey, we packed up our gear to head home. I was exhausted, my hands smelled like fish and lake water, and my cheeks were red from the cold wind, but I didn’t care. Riding home in the warm station wagon, listening to Dad and Uncle Tom talk quietly in the front seat, I watched the stars start to blink into the night sky. I knew I would remember this day for a very long time. Should the or location be different? When they dropped me off, Uncle Tom gave
A Day with Dad and Uncle Tom
A natural question for the curious reader: Who was Sheila Robins? Did she become a writer?
The car ride itself becomes part of the adventure, filled with old songs, Dad’s "dad jokes," and Uncle Tom making faces in the rearview mirror.