In the summer of my fifth year I learned to fish my dad and my older brother and me set off. We took some dough and walked to a local pond called the figure eight for an obvious reason on the way my dad pulled some sheeps wool of a barbed wire fence.

When we arrived he mixed the wool with the dough to help keep it on the hook.We caught roach which were tiny but to me it was so exciting sparked a lifelong interest in fishing and its nice to have this happy memory.