Published on: 2025-01-12 00:47:00
A fond memory hit me earlier, I can't pin the particular reason why. It was of the neighbor's seaside dock overlooking the canal. Me and my brother would park ourselves on the ledge and drop our lines in with nothing but a Cuban yoyo and frozen food for bait. The only thing we'd catch were the pufferfish and occasional the sea slug. It's a simple fishing tool that required only your patience thick mono line, shrimp and hooks to the ready. Besides, we couldn't afford a rod and reel like everyone else showing off at the piers. We didn't care, after all, sometimes you have to work with what you've got. Every time I look back at it, it's a bittersweet memory, of innocent adventure, and in more ways than none, the freedom present in the salty air and wind between our hair.