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by JJJ
Rated: E · Other · Drama · #2200488
An old man's storytelling ends up becoming a young man's storytelling.
"Y'know," he said.

The phrase was the bane of my timely plans.

A clue that the very next word would be the first of a story from "back in the day" and not one person would be able to stop this anecdote from being told.

"When I was 'round twenty-five or so, my momma used to tell me that I was her pride and joy. This was on account of I'd gone off and married the young woman I'd gotten pregnant and we had a pretty little house two towns over from hers. I made right what I messed up and messed around and got blessed.

"I loved that little old house. There was a lake just around the corner that the kids and me would go out to fish at.... I used to tell 'em there were a couple of things in life you needed to worry about and everything else was a bonus.

"I told 'em you gotta pay attention to the cast, the reel, and the return. See, if'n you don't cast a pole right, you waste your time and might just scare the fish.

"You don't reel the fish in right, you waste your energy and wanna quit too soon.

"You don't return the fish, you just might be the reason why there ain't no fish. And who knows what else that changes in the woods, you know? Chain of life and all that...."
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I woke up with a start, the dream of the memory fading slowly from my mind. The last thing I thought I'd remember from that old man who taught me to drive, "The cast, the reel and the return." I would have laid in the bed just a bit longer if my silence wasn't met with the shriek of playful children.

Down the hall, my daughter and two sons were making a mess of my workroom in the most impossible ways. Simon stood by the window with the deck three-hole puncher hanging out halfway and when he saw me, the first thing he said was, "look, daddy! I'm just like you!"

Alexander was using his plastic scissors to cut up ovals that he called fish while Abigail was entrusted to throwing the paper into the yard--the "lake" outside.

"I see... you're fishing just like me, right?" I asked, and Simon nodded furiously, proud of himself.

"Alex is making fish and I'm throwing the fish!" Abigail said, throwing another oval out of the window as far as she could. It probably landed right outside the window.

"Throwing the fish back into the water, right? Just like on the lake?" I asked, and she affirmed, "uh huh!"

I grimaced, but resorted to sitting down beside Alex to watch-- to sit in their boat.

"Do you want a fish daddy?" Abby asked and I simply grabbed the oval from her and tickled the young one into a fit of giggles. Then came the oldest, the middle child and a dog pile of joy.

I could clean this up later. I could fuss about my workspace later.... for now, I was making memories with my children-- ones that they may not remember when their my age. Memories that I may not remember when I'm my father's age, that teach lessons in forgiveness and spending time with each other.

Memories that start with the age old phrase, "You know...."
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