When I was about 5 years old I went on my first fishing trip. My grandma took all of the grandkids to the beach for the weekend. We all hopped in the mini van and drove to New Port Beach. My grandma has a time-share there so we all stayed in the time-share. All of us kids decided that it would be a neat experience to go deep-sea bottom fishing.
We chose to go on that Saturday so that we could spend all day on the boat. We all got up early that morning and hopped back in the mini van and drove to the boat dock. When we got to the dock we all got life vests. After everyone was secure in his or her life vest the journey was off and to sea we went!
We each got our own fishing pool and the fishing instructor came by and taught us each how to hold the pole and what to do if we caught a fish. All I can remember is that every single one of us caught a fish that day and at the end of the trip the last step was to wash the fish we had caught and pack it up to take home.
We had a good fish dinner that night and I will never forget my first fishing trip.