Fishing Failure

I sat in the car: sleeping, or at least wishing I could. The car bumped along the curved, rocky road, my head banged against the window, I kept my eyes closed, trying to make up for the fact that I woke up two hours earlier than I normally would have. Our automobile, our horseless carriage felt like it was being pulled by a team of badly trained horses. We finally came to a stop. I opened my eyes and rubbed my head: we were there. I opened the door and brought our fishing gear down the ramp. I grabbed poles, lures, snacks and drinks. I grabbed gasoline, glasses, ice chests, and hats. I got ready for a day of fun, a day of catch after catch, a day well spent.

“Get the stuff in the boat,” My dad told me as he hopped into the car, “I'm gonna go park this, then I'll be back. I obeyed, grabbing a bucket of lures, a fishing pole, and a couple of life jackets.

"This is going to be fun," I thought, " I hope I can catch the biggest fish." I hopped in the boat and waited for everyone else to get in. We were off!

The choppy water bounced our small boat like a basketball on a trampoline, but we moved forward, trolling, or letting the line drift behind us while the boat was moving. I held the pole between my legs anticipating a strike. None came. After twenty minutes, my dad said, "Reel it in, let's try another lure." He pulled out a pink striped lure and put it on my pole. I let it drift behind the boat.

"Come on," I thought, " Take the bait. " They didn't.

My dad spoke again,"Let's try a different lure." He picked out a bright green one. I let the line drift.

"Hey Dad," I said, trying to break the silence, "Would you rather sky-dive or hang-glide?"

"Sky dive, Hang gliding kind of scares me."

"You're not afraid of jumping out of a plane, but you're scared of running off a cliff attached to giant wings? I'd rather hang-glide," I responded, "How about para-sailing? Or how about wind-surfing?"

"I don't know."

We continued fishing, switching our lures every twenty minutes. We caught nothing, but we had fun. I realized that I have more fun spending time with my dad than actually acomplishing what we set out to do.

Until the End

"It's over, no longer, I feel it growing colder, I knew this day would come to end"
Breaking Benjamin: Until the End

Vacation is coming to an end, it closes in like the walls of a trash compactor, the timer is ticking, I find myself trying to fit as much as possible into the last few days. I find myself dreading returning to my normal routine. I dread when I'll be able to say, "It's over, no longer."