Just Fishin’

Just Fishin’

     …he usually just sat there…his eyes moving back and forth…watching me, mostly, and occasionally watching the little red and white ‘float’ that marked the current position of the worm that he was giving swim lessons to.  I never really thought about whether worms could actually swim or not…I just never questioned that.  I always supplied for him a barrage of ‘whys’ on just about  every other thought that ran thru the mind of a 6 year old tho.  I think back now…and I am amazed, still, that he always answered my questions with purpose and simplicity.  Perfectly understandable to my way of thinking.  My butterfly activities up and down the bank were only interrupted by his occasional “got one”!  From where ever I was in space or thought, I would make a bee-line to his side and hope that he would allow me to put the newly acquired ‘fishie’ on the stringer.  Every once in a while, I’d actually succeed in getting the slippery, flopping creature attached to the chain of captivity.

It seems that the hot summer days like we’ve been having lately, often trigger some old memories like that…and on those times…I realize that I can only share these times with others… as memories.

 

 -Doc