Some of my earliest memories of my dad were going out fishing with him; playing with the worms and bugs, admiring the lily pads, and catching fish, of course. This picture is my dad and I with my first trout, and I caught it with his help. That day I was competing in a children’s fishing contest. I ended up tying for second place but lost the coin toss, so I ended in third place. This was not disappointing to me though, because I won a Barbie fishing pole!