I learned to fish long before I learned to swim but I was afraid of the water and fish were cute. They stink but they are cute.
On the weekends when we would go to the "cabin" at the lake. My grandmother would walk us down to go fishing . Going to the cabin was a family event. Usually my uncle and his family were there, also. What fun. But it is my grandmother whom I remember taking us fishing. The men would go in the boat and we girls would sit on the big rock clift overlooking the deep waters. I can not remember catching anything much but I remember how I loved to go. My grandmother's chuckling laughter is forever etched in my memory.
This summer she will be 99. She is still the same to me even after all these years. I can hear her laughter even now.