Gone Fishing :: Personal Narrative Essays

Gone FishingIt must have been 4 feet long and must have weighed at least 30 lbs. It was oneof the slimiest ones we ever caught. The tentacles were al close a foot long andthe scales where the size of quarters. AYeah right, we believe you, (Pasteyour name here). While my peers were playing video games or hide-and-go-seek,(a friends name) and I were out ether exploring the unknown, or sleeping fromstaying out all iniquity. None of the students in my sixth grade class Ashow andtell believed me when I told them roughly the unforgettable experiences (afriends name) and I endeavored. To tell the truth, I didnt really want them tobelieve me. If one of them told my mom what (a friends name) and I did then ourlittle butts would have been grounded for a earnest amount of time. The fishingstories that I told where true, all true.(a friends name) and I had gone on many explorations to far off places. We hadsneaking out at night downcast to such an art that if we could put it on paper thenit would be more famous then Leonardo da Vincis painting, The Last Supper. Wewould sometimes recognise dummy bodies that would lie lifeless all night undertightly nitid sheets. The Abig yellow house is where we met. From there wewould do whatever sounded like the most fun. Sometimes it was hanging out andeating ice cream all night. Other times we would go tick someone off by tee- urine their house. And yes, there were even times when we would go fishing atthis lake that was out in the middle of nowhere. We called this lake the back-lake because it was the lake way in the back of the golf course. One night (afriends name) and I had an experience there that would shake us up for a longtime to come.The night started out like a lot of different nights. First we went to go eat someice-cream from Foster-Freeze, then we would get on our bicycles and pedal ourlittle butts all the way to the golf course. Once there, we would get on thisroad that golf carts use to drive around. The road was v ery windy. When wearrived we would just throw our bikes down and run like little rabbits down tothe lake. We would start plaster bandage as fast as we could. We would cast so fastthat I dont think we remembered to put bait on the hook.