Happiness is hard to obtain in today's world. We all know that. For a lot people, they find bliss in reading. Reading puts them in another world. Whether they're escaping into a fictional or non-fictional existence depends on their state of mind . Although reading is not where I find my personal relaxation, I have a place where my problems seem surreal. Nothing can compare to the tranquility I receive while focusing on the calm atmosphere of my happy place. Fishing in a bend, at a little creek back home is where I find my exceptional level of happiness.
             The first time I noticed that fishing was the problem-fixer for me was when I caught my first fish. I was about five or six years old. That was the most captivating experience I ever endured. Seems to me that it was only yesterday. I was living in a very small, easy to miss town called Patton Village. To get to the spot of my first catch, you had to travel through sticker patches, around trees and their branches to this little cove, very secluded in the woods. My dad and I were sitting there for about twenty or thirty minutes and all of the sudden, my cork went under the water as if it was being suck through a black hole. At that very moment, I went to another place. Utopia you might call it. As young as I was, I did not know very much about fishing. So as soon as the cork went down, it was on from there. I jerked the pole so the hook would set. When I jerked the pole you would of thought that I was trying to bring him out of the water. I had a smile so big you couldn't tell that I had ears, eyes, or even a nose. My dad was just soaking up that moment. The whole time I was reeling in the fish, it seemed to me as if I was down in the water wrestling this beautiful creature myself, to come ashore. When I finally got him to shore, he was only about four inches long. I was so ecstatic with this little perch. When
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