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Fishing

Fishing

Fishing is one of the very few good memories I have with my dad. He seemed to be a different person when we went on camping trips. Gone was the disinterested parent; the abuse, both physical and mental, in its place was a man who showed interest and passion for something. Maybe it was the only time he was happy; I guess I will never know. His passing years ago left me always wondering why he was the way he was.

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