Patrick Ladbrooke
Floating Memories
My father taught me how to fish when I was 10 years old. The excitement of watching a little float bobbing in the water then disappearing hooked me as much as it did the fish. At 17, I met my first love and the riverbank was a romantic place to spend time and stay in each other's company whole days at a time. The romance lasted several years. When it ended, fishing friends helped me through the lonely time that followed. Then the years just roared by as they do in mid life. These days, in my mid seventies, I still watch the little float bobbing in the water but now I fish for memories, dark shadows in the depths, of friends, family, of loves, and of life. Memories, which given peace and time, will surface all but briefly.
Floating Memories
My father taught me how to fish when I was 10 years old. The excitement of watching a little float bobbing in the water then disappearing hooked me as much as it did the fish. At 17, I met my first love and the riverbank was a romantic place to spend time and stay in each other's company whole days at a time. The romance lasted several years. When it ended, fishing friends helped me through the lonely time that followed. Then the years just roared by as they do in mid life. These days, in my mid seventies, I still watch the little float bobbing in the water but now I fish for memories, dark shadows in the depths, of friends, family, of loves, and of life. Memories, which given peace and time, will surface all but briefly.