I went camping over the weekend and had a blast! I went fishing with my brothers. This is just a little something I wrote about one of the fish that I caught!!!
“No, no don’t put me on that hook. I’m too young to die! I’ll do anything, just don’t put me on that hook!” It was too late. I already stabbed that squirmy little worm on my hook for fish bait. A shiver of excitement went down my spine as I casted my line into the great big puddle (a.k.a. lake) I waited there. My bobber was being rocked back and forth with the waves like a little baby in a cradle. I waited there starting to get a little impatient. As fast as lightening, my bobber went down at least two feet. I had a bite! “Oh, oh, oh, oh boy it’s a big one!” I screamed as I yanked my fishing pole from one side then to the other trying to reel in this big boy. “I got it!” Everything was quiet for a moment but then, the silence broke into laughter. My so called “big boy” was not bigger than a sardine.