TBT!

My summers when I was a kid were always fun going to see my grandma. My dad and his family built a house from the ground up right across from a lake to go fishing in and down the road from a beach to go swim in. My father and I would spend hours fishing on the lake. One of my favorite memories is my dad and I had come home with a lot of fish. I think at the time I thought it was buckets full, but it wasn’t. When we had bought the fish back to the house my grandma and dad started to clean the fish I was too young at the time to clean the fish, but my brother wanted to help kill the fish before they would get clean. The fish would still be moving on the counter and my grandma would take the back of the knife and hit the fish in the head. My brother wanted to hit the fish in the head, but she wouldn’t and he drove her crazy that night. That night we had a lot of fish for dinner and ever since then I have loved fish. Getting right from the lake, knowing how to clean the fish, and learned how to make it in different ways and now whenever I eat fish or make it takes me back to when I would go up to my grandma’s house and spend time on the lake.