September 5th, 1983
"Look!" Six year old Ryan held up his fresh-caught bass up in the air proudly, getting cold from the wind but didn't pay attention. "Good job, buddy!" His father praised, happily and high fived him with his free hand.
"It's almost as big as me!" His four teeth glistened in the moonlight as his father placed a kiss on his forehead. "Papa's proud, we gotta get home to show mom!" Ryan added an excited "yeah!" to it and helped his father put the boat stuff away. Ryans dad oared one paddle, ryan oared the other. They sang a tune, it goes Like this:
"This is the way we oar our boat
Oar our boat,
Oar our boat
This is the way we oar our boat
We all come home"
After they had pulled up against the dock, his father cautiously stepped out onto the old wooden supportable and held his hand out for Ryan to hop off.
He froze.
"Come on, ryan you can do this. I believe in you!" His father prep talked him. With that he suddenly felt confident and powerful. Using that strength, he pulled himself up and helped load the boat onto the back of his fathers truck.
"Hook the thing onto here." He signified the hinge. Ryan did as told and his father patty caked him.
Ryan got into his passenger seat and buckled himself in, viewing his father getting in, too, and reflecting the same things. They drove off as the sound of crickets and quiet rock was heard.
"Do you think mommy's gonna be proud?" Ryan asked, inching his head closer to his dad eager for a rhetorical response.
"Of course, Georgie-pie! She always is proud of you." He laughed and allowed Ryans hand to wrap around his thumb. "I love you, dad."
"I love you too, son."
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