The sun scorched the day, yet a smile brightened the girl’s face. Her toes drew lazy circles in the still water as her pole hung loosely from her hand.
Suddenly, tension pulled the pole, and the girl excitedly jerked up, slowly reeling in her first fish. Squealing in delight, the girl’s smile brightened even more, and the boy practically skipped to her side.
He knew she wouldn’t remove the fish out of fear of causing it more pain, so he expertly removed the hook, allowed the girl a final look, and released the fish back into the water.
The girl fell in the boy’s arms–filled with happiness.
I'm 30. When did that happen?
I don't feel 30, so I guess this is my attempt to figure out who I am at this point in my life that has snuck up on me oh-so-quickly.