SinceI was five, my mother accompanied us at the lakeside at least twice amonth. In my view, I assumed she took us fishing at the lake toreduce the grocery store budget. However, I looked forward to thetrips because she was ever kind and in a jovial mood. Besides, it wasthe only time she could let us eat junk food we purchased from thefast food outlets on the way to the destination. Most of the peopleat the fishing spot were adults and elderly couples. Occasionally, Ialso saw young couples making out, and I could not help to wonder ifthey lacked an alternative place they could spend their time.Nevertheless, the reality of the magical atmosphere suddenly dawnedon me on my last visit with my mother – fishing is a mind calmingrecreational activity that allows one to focus on essential mattersprior to making unreasonable decisions.
Ilearned the lessons a few weeks back after I returned from college.My schoolmates bullied my facial looks and slightly overweight figuresince the first day. Consequently, my performance decreasedsubstantially. I decided I would commit suicide once I get back athome to avoid further embarrassment and mocking at school. Luckily,my mother discovered my sullen mood and arranged a fishing trip tothe usual fishing destination the following day.
Wereached the rendezvous at half past six in the morning. The birdswere chirping harmonious rhymes while the trees seemed to whistle tothe tunes. The slight smell of the water and the cold sea breezeenhanced the serenity of the lake. I suddenly felt relaxed asmemories of the past began to flow back into my mind. I rememberedthe times I had spent with my siblings here and wished we could hangtogether once more just like in the past.
“Ican see you have a long story to tell since you joined college. Thequietness and paleness on your face tell me you have had a toughsemester son.” My mother initiated a conversation. Her eyes werestill fixed on the fishing rod.
“Oh!Yes…I mean no! The term was okay, but I missed you, mom and mysisters.” I stammered. The dialog found me off guard.
Forseveral hours, we exchanged hearty banter and discussed varioustopics ranging from politics, her childhood life experiences andcollege as well as her relationship with my father. She opened up tome that she often brought us at the fishing site so that she couldrelax and overcome stressful events at work and home.
Althoughthat was the last day my mother ever accompanied me to at the lakefor a fishing expedition, I have returned to the site many times withmy friends. In some cases, I just sit at a good vantage that willgive me a panoramic view of the lake and let happy memories cascadethrough my brains. Besides, I relate with the adults and seniorcitizens fishing. Unlike in the past when I used to think that theadults fishing were broke middle-class trying to supplement theirincome, I now realize that fishing with my family is a leisureactivity that helps me to reason as well as stay on track when I feelstressed. Probably, most adults are fascinated with fishing as afamily because they feel the connection and the relaxed bond thatexists. In particular, I owe my life and my present self-esteem tothe unforgettable fishing escapades I had when fishing with my familyin my mother’s heydays.