Memories...

Author's Note- This is a journal entry that I wrote at the beginning of the year that I thought would be neat to post to see the improvement from then. This event really took place a few years ago. It was one of the last times I saw my brother because he lives far way.

I am fishing, watching as boats go by. The slight breeze is gently blowing, stirring the air. The sun is shining as my brother decide to go in and try to catch a muskie by hand. I laugh as the fish swim in circles around him, taunting him, but he can't get his hands on them.  I imagine the laughing at him as he smiles, but doesn't give up. With his hard  determination he is finally able to grasp one. After a moment of victory celebration he lets the fish go. We decide to walk home. Laughing and having a good time.