I smiled to myself, feeling happy and content. I knew that I would always treasure the memories of this day with my dad and Uncle Tom. It was a day filled with laughter, adventure, and quality time with two of the most important men in my life.
We cast our lines from the wooden dock. For a while, it was completely quiet. The only sounds were the chirping of birds and the gentle lapping of the water against the posts. Dad put his arm around my shoulder and whispered, "Just feel for the tug, Sheila." a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63
In the afternoon, we set up our campsite. Uncle Tom is an expert at building fires. He showed me how to stack tiny twigs into a teepee shape before lighting the dry leaves underneath. Within minutes, we had a roaring fire that smelled like pine smoke. I smiled to myself, feeling happy and content
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The sun was just peeking over the horizon when Dad shook my shoulder to wake me up. It was a crisp Saturday morning in October, and the air inside my bedroom felt chilly. I pulled the heavy quilts up to my chin, but then I remembered what day it was. Today was our big fishing trip to Blackwood Creek with Dad and my Uncle Tom. I scrambled out of bed, threw on my favorite dungarees and a thick woolen sweater, and ran into the kitchen where the smell of sizzling bacon was already filling the air.
