There are many rites of passage for boys. First crush. First kiss. First pet. Death of the first pet. The first tyme climbing up then falling out of a tree. The first tyme listening to American Pie in all 8 and half minutes of mesmerizing brilliance. Death of a family member. Being picked up by a parent for the last tyme. One of mine stands out more than the rest, well maybe not the first kiss one, but over the rest of them. Today I will tell you about the first tyme I caught a fish.
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