Lauren's Memoir

__Fishing At Delaware River__

“Come on Lauren, you gotta try to catch something,” My rotten, red headed, older brother pleaded. “After what happened last time, I think I’ll pass,” I replied. You see last time I went fishing, I casted the line. The only thing I caught was my dad’s neck. After that I sort of thought I would never ever fish again. I sat there on the big brown blanket. The wing was blowing my hair around as much as the trees were blowing. Once all my papers drifted off to float in the water, I decided instead of sitting there like a rock, I would give fishing a chance.

The crystal clear river showed the gold fish under the stream. The smelly seaweed had little tadpoles tangled in it. The seaweed drifted a terrible smell through the sky as the wind traveled the smell to my nose. The tides came in harder because of the people on boats, I stood up and grabbed my silver fishing pole. I unhooked the line. The pole was so tall that I could not reach it, so my Dad hooked the cold and slimy worm for me. I pulled the pole back behind me, the pole got stuck on the branch of the Weeping Willow tree. By the way; it was so humongous it seemed as if it touched the sky. I kept tugging on my fishing pole. Dad yelled,”Lauren stop pulling, you’re going to mess it up.” “She already messes up everything up, it won’t be a matter of time before she messes this up too. She probably won’t even catch any fish.” Tom replied sarcastically, with a grin of evil on his face. “I’ll catch something.” I said. You’ll see.” I scooted over to get away from the tree, and my rotten red headed older brother. I casted my line, and in went into the water about four feet. I started looking at the birds hovering over me, and flapping their wings over the river. When the birds left, I Iooked back down into the water to see the bobber being pulled into the dirt bottom of the river. “Lauren pull it in.” Dad screamed. “I can’t.” I replied. “It’s to heavy!” Dad came over and started tugging on it. When we finally pulled it out of the water, there was a three foot Trout on the other end of the fishing pole.

My mom took a picture of me with the fish on the fishing pole. This is the first time I beat my brother at something, and I felt proud. Then I wanted to go and scream in my brother’s face that I beat him. I would never say that to him, because if I did I would never see the light of day... again. My brother had a frustrated look of disbelief. I put the fish back into the water and packed up everything. As we climbed over the rocks in the car, I returned the evil grin to my brother and said,”Well, it looks like you were wrong, as usual.” I leaped in the car, and slammed the door in his face, with him standing there, and his arms were crossed. 