A Day With Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins | 11yo 63 Portable

For two hours, we sat on the damp wooden dock. We didn’t talk much, which is unusual for my family. Dad says fishing teaches you how to be patient, but I think he just likes the quiet. Suddenly, my red-and-white bobber dragged completely underwater.

It wasn't a sea monster, but it was a beautiful, shiny bass. Dad measured it, and it was twelve inches long. Uncle Tom took a picture of me holding it, though I made a funny face because the fish flipped its tail right against my wrist. We decided to let it go so it could grow even bigger.

We sat down at a big wooden table outside, and Uncle Tom brought out a delicious spread of sandwiches, fruit, and cookies. My dad and Uncle Tom talked about their favorite sports teams and some of the silly things they did when they were kids. I listened and giggled, feeling happy to be spending time with these two special people.

Today was one of those days I had been waiting for—really looking forward to. Dad had promised me that he and Uncle Tom would take me on a special adventure, just the three of us. The excitement had been building up inside me like a fizzy soda about to overflow. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63

We packed up the truck on Sunday morning, our clothes smelling heavily of campfire smoke and lake water. My arms were sore from reeling, and I had three mosquito bites on my left ankle, but I didn't care.

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The hike was amazing! We saw so many cool things like birds, squirrels, and even a deer. Uncle Tom is really good at spotting animals, and he showed me how to be quiet and patient. Dad was impressed with how fast I could climb up the hills. I felt like a superhero! Uncle Tom took a picture of me holding

A Day with Dad and Uncle Tom: A Childhood Memory Reimagined by Sheila Robins (11yo 63)

I'll never forget the day my dad and Uncle Tom took me on an adventure. I'm Sheila Robins, and I was 11 years old at the time. It was a sunny Saturday morning in June 1963, and I was so excited to spend the day with two of the most important men in my life.

The day started at 7:00 AM, which is way too early for a Saturday. Dad shook me awake and said, “Sheila, get your shoes on. Tom’s already here.” Uncle Tom was in the kitchen eating our cereal out of the box. He said, “Morning, kid. We’re going on an adventure.” That’s what he always says.