Everyone in my family is familiar with this story, but since today is Father's Day it's worth telling again.
I was about five years old and we were living in Montana. One day my dad took all the kids out fishing. I remember it being cold, so my mom sat in the car with our baby sister while we fished. I kept messing around with my rod (that's not a metaphor), and my dad found it annoying. At some point, my dad had enough and told me that if I did it one more time then I was going to have to go sit in the car.
I did it one more time.
He told me to go sit in the car.
I looked at my siblings and said, "Ha ha ha you guys. I get to go sit in the car, and you have to stay here and fish!"
The moment has been captured in one of my mother's cartoons about the family:
You have to admit that it's pretty funny considering the way my life has turned out thus far. I guess some of those fishing lessons stuck.
Thanks Dad. I love you!