My Personal Connection to Water

The summer after fourth grade I was at Grandma's mountain house. My two brothers and I decided to go fishing in the stream near by. We took our shiny red fishing pole out of the garage and heading down the rocky white path road. The rocks clanged together on the ground as we walk along. Once we got to the part of the creek were all the fish were me and my brother Charlie casted out our rod and the strings flew in the air landing about twenty feet away from us. Soon after that my oldest brother Sean casted his a few minutes later me and Charlie reeled ours back in. The thing you got to know is that we were standing side by side and Sean was a little bit down the creek. at the same time me and Charlie casted our rods in the direction of the other person, making a X shape in the air. The fine clear fishing wire got tangled in a split second me and Charlie reeled in our hooks and a giant clear wire knot was in the middle of our wires. We called for Sean who came quickly. The knot was impossible to undo, so me and Charlie layed down our poles and watched Sean try to get a fish. Then a fish waded up to the very edge of the creek. In a instant Sean put his hook into the water. The fish deliberately moved around the hook and back into the screen. We were all shocked of all a fish could fit such a big brain in his tiny head.