Callie Tingley

Kiss the Fish

The light shimmered off the water,
and caught the attention of my young eyes.
This is the year I told myself,
The year I catch a fish.
My fourth birthday had just passed,
and I got a fishing pole.
My father said that he would take me fishing at the Cape when we went down there during summer.
I looked into the water of my Scargo Lake.
I could see the colorful scales of the sunfish swimming near the edge.
I sat there mesmerized by their beautiful colors.
I ran up to my dad and got my pole that he had baited for me.
I put the pole behind my head and gave it the best cast I could do.
The hook and bobber sailed across the sky gliding like a plane,
then they crashed into the water like a duck landing.
I sat down and stared at my bobber just like I would stare at my
favorite T.V show.
When I saw it dive under the water, I jerked the pole as hard as I
could.
I felt the pole get heavy and I knew I had caught the fish.
I reeled in the line as fast as my little arms could go.
I was reeling so fast my arms looked like little propellers on a plane.
I lifted the fish up out of the water and was proud that I had caught
my first fish.
My uncle took the fish off the hook and showed me the fish’s puckering
face and I began to laugh.
Then he said that for good luck I must kiss the fish.
I looked up at him,  gave him a look of disgust and protested “No
way!”
He chuckled and said that all the great fishermen have kissed their
first fish for good luck.
After hearing that, I puckered up and kissed the fish.
My uncle dropped it into the water, and it shot away as fast as a
bullet.
In the end kissing that fish really did bring me good luck.
That day I caught two more fish.



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