A Fish Story
Growing up in Eastern Ontario, the summers were long, hot and buggy. Every weekend, my parents would load up the car, strap the canoe to the roof, and go fishing.
Fishing. Ugh…
Long hours spent in the hot sun with the bugs buzzing around my head. I hated fishing more than I hated gym class, and that was saying something. Sadly, I was the only one. So there I sat in the middle of a cramped in a canoe, bobbing along the lake, praying for death.
Looking back, I think those fishing trips had something to do with why I became a writer. Around hour three when desperation set in, I started telling stories. I opened my Dad's tackle box and picked out the lures I liked. The pretty shiny ones were girls, and the ugly ones were boys. Telling stories in my head was the only way I survived all those long hours on the water, praying for rain.
Then I moved to Seattle. And you know that old Chinese proverb – be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. I never pray for rain anymore.
In DEADLY LIES, Jill learns to shoot to impress her stepfather.
Fishing. Ugh…
Long hours spent in the hot sun with the bugs buzzing around my head. I hated fishing more than I hated gym class, and that was saying something. Sadly, I was the only one. So there I sat in the middle of a cramped in a canoe, bobbing along the lake, praying for death.
Looking back, I think those fishing trips had something to do with why I became a writer. Around hour three when desperation set in, I started telling stories. I opened my Dad's tackle box and picked out the lures I liked. The pretty shiny ones were girls, and the ugly ones were boys. Telling stories in my head was the only way I survived all those long hours on the water, praying for rain.
Then I moved to Seattle. And you know that old Chinese proverb – be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. I never pray for rain anymore.
In DEADLY LIES, Jill learns to shoot to impress her stepfather.
What childhood activities did you do with your family? How did they shape you?
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Awesome comments, Heather! I loved reading your story.
My mother took me grocery and clothing shopping all the time. She taught me how to shop and get a good deal. How to purchase foods to know what was ripe and not ripe. She taught me how to find a bargain and know when not to buy and when too. She taught me the value of money. We didn't have a lot of money growing up. She taught me how to make my clothes go the furthest. This has helped me with everything. Grocery shopping , saving money, being thoughtful of spending money.
My parents are both very different from each other but they both taught me how to be a strong smart and thoughtful person! Thank you mom & dad!
<3, Heather