THE FIRST TRIP

The knock on the door came at 5:00 AM. ?Kevin, time to get up!? The door opened and the twelve year old boy closed his eyes for the first time that night, so that Granddaddy wouldn?t know that I hadn?t slept a wink the whole night, anticipating the day that was to come- my first fishing trip with my grandparents. Oh, I had been fishing before, but that was on a pond, or a dock, not in a boat. Going with my grandparents also allowed me to watch them use these magical long rods called ?fly rods? instead of just ?normal? spin casting rods and reels like I used. I got out of bed, put on my fishing clothes, and tried to walk normally into the kitchen, instead of listening to my emotions telling me to run to the kitchen.