While preparing for my Fish Team work tomorrow, I have had flashbacks of summer trips to the Pennsylvania farm where my mother grew up. These included memories of playing with my cousins in the barn, tractor rides, and how at night you could reach up and touch the stars. But my strongest memory is fishing in the pond. Early walks with Uncle Keith catching night crawlers, learning to bait the hook, Uncle Keith knowing the exact spot on the pond to catch a fish, and wrapping fish in mud and cooking them in the coals of the fire. What memories are you giving the children of your world? Thanks Uncle Keith for giving me your time and love.
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