It would be the time my dad took me fishing. I was probally around nine or ten. It was just the two of us. We were in a little John boat, fishing with a old cane pole with a cork bobber. I don't even remember if we caught any fish or not. I'm sure my dad did. He loved to fish. But I do remember that my dad had brought a cantaloupe for us to eat. However we had lost the knife. The only thing he had to cut it open with was a screwdriver. Let me tell you it was the best cantaloupe I have ever eaten. Sounds kind of gross today, but boy was it good. Gosh, I miss my Dad.
Best Wishes,
Dee