Fishing with John
John was the closest thing I ever had to a
brother. He was my sister’s first husband,
and came into my life when I was 14.
I learned many things from John. He opened my mind to music, girls,
manhood. A boy in his early teens benefits greatly from a kind older
one with the time and patience to take his younger sibling fishing.
Southend-on-sea was the nearest coastal town to our London home. It was
30-40 minutes by car, depending on the traffic. We set out really early.
It felt like the
middle of the night, and dawn was just breaking as we’d arrive in
Southend just in time
to see it wake up.
I think I preferred digging for worms than actually fishing. Before we
sat on the pier with
our rods, we’d walk along the beach and dig up rag worms and lug worms
in the sand. It
was easy to spot them because there was a small hole and a worm-shaped
cast make of
sand. All you had to do was dig somewhere in the middle of the two to
find the worm. It
wasn’t long before we had a full bucket.
We spoke about sport and my school and his job and our family, but
mostly about girls. I
could talk to John in a way that I couldn’t talk to my dad, and he knew
a lot about life.
He helped me to grow up and I looked up to him. Thanks, John.
I never really grew very fond of fishing, though.
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