A Fish Story

Today I was remembering a story as old as my memory goes. It had to be around 1949; I was about 4 years old. I was on a late night fishing trip with my Mother and Father. They were fishing off a cliff perhaps 10 feet from the creek or river. Being a kid, I was fascinated wanting to look over the cliff to the water below. My Mother kept dragging me back and away from the edge, but as with all kids, I kept trying to get to that edge. Mom was distracted for a moment and I got to the edge and started to fall over. Lucky for me, my Father caught me by the ankle as I fell over the edge. Otherwise I would perhaps not be here to remember the story.