After reading the fairy tale story called "The Pearl" I realized that I have been to a place like the one in the story. In the story they mention a lake created by the pearl, a big greenish blue lake that sparkles in the sun. I have been to a place like this. I don’t remember exactly where it was, but I know it is in Nebraska.

My Dad, my brother and I went to this lake in Nebraska to go fishing for the first time with my dad. I was about eight or nine years old. When we got there, I was so excited to get on the dock and to learn how to fish. My brother first tried to show me, and since he was a "pro" at fishing, he showed me all the special moves for fishing. After all the practice and help my brother was giving me, I still never threw the pole the right way, so it only went a couple feet and that was it. Than a little while later my brother gave up on me because I accidentally hit him in the head with the weight that was on my fishing pole. My brother was so mad he left and finished his fishing off the side of the dock, leaving me to figure out how to cast right.

As I was trying and getting ready to give up completely, my dad saw me struggling and gave me a hand. He helped me get the cast down pat. I practiced a little more, than cast into the water, and it went really far. That’s what I thought. At last it plunged into the murky water and sank to the bottom where I waited. I thought this was the fun part; I finally got the string far out into the water, and now I can just wait like 10-20 minutes, and I will have a fish, but little did I know that it would take longer than I excepted.

I sat there looking around, watching my dad and my brother get one fish after another. And then I looked back to my pole wondering what was wrong with mine; why weren’t the fish coming to me? I thought I would surprise my dad and brother, prove them all wrong, and be the pro and catch the biggest fish they have ever seen!

But that was far from what I was imagining. I was getting so bored just sitting there sizzling in the sun. I sat there almost all day long waiting until, I felt a tug at my line I screamed for help not knowing what to do. I held on with all my might until my brother came he grabbed the line and started to reel the fish in. I was hoping it was a big fish that I could brag about, but when the line came all the way out of the water I found that it was much of a fish at all it was a small fish and I ended up throwing it back in. I was happy that I at least caught one. After that fishing experience I never really went fishing again. It’s a sport that just takes to much patience’s, patience’s that I just don’t have.