My dad took my sister, brother and I fishing on a boat that he rented one day. We all rented poles and my dad bought worms for bait. Everyone caught at least one fish except me and I was very disappointed about that. My dad taught all of us how to wiggle our poles and I copied what the others were doing, so why was this not working for me? When my dad said that it was time to return the boat, and I was really sad, because we all had the same poles and were using the same bait, but the fish were just not biting for me. Nobody likes spending the entire day fishing and coming home empty handed.
My dad docked the boat and we all jumped out and I knew that my dad felt bad, because he said, “I am sure that you will have better luck next time son.” Dejected, I walked several steps behind the rest of them and then I spotted a fish that washed up on shore. I put it on my hook and I showed everyone what I caught, but they all laughed at me because the fish was decrepit and half rotted away. My dad never took us fishing again, but he did teach me how to play golf.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #7 where the prompt is something you found.