*Most Missed Memory*

Out on stormy night, waves splashing water into the eyes of this man. He grabbed his fishing gear and loaded up his boat, him and his dad made before he passed away. That was his most miss memory. Chad’s dad told him when he was little; the best time to fish for sharks was when there is a storm. Where winds are knocking you over while your trying to walk. Rain pouring down on you that once you walk outside for a second, you will be soaking wet.

Looking out into the rushing of the waves. Rocking back and forth brought back all of the wonderful memories. Fins of the sharks are surrounding your boat. Hitting and running into it, trying to tip it over because they smell your fear. Ever since the day that the sharks took his dads life, he always feared that they would take his as well.

Not that long after the winds became stronger, and the boat starting to fill up with water from the waves. Almost drowning him completely. Pushing him down whenever he try’s to get up. A voice came, “Don’t be scared, you can do this. I love you son.”

So he did. Grabbing his fishing gear. Threw it in the water. Running around the boat, to catch the shark that killed his father. Hour after hour the storm started to clear up, the sharks started to swim away. Only one stayed, the one that he had caught.

Watching the clouds clear up the sky. Knowing that his dad was watching over him. Knowing his dad was still with him. The shark was still not dead, so he let the shark go. Chad realized that no matter what you do. Nothing will bring his dad back. On the shore he un-loaded his boat, went into his house, and fell asleep because of a hard days work.