This afternoon I went fishing—not for dinner or for a trophy, but simply to see what lived beneath the surface. Armed with the smallest hook I could find, a barbless rig and a float made from a corella feather, I spent an hour ‘tiddler snatching’ in the Coongan River. It reminded me that no matter where you are in the world, there’s still a little boy inside who gets excited when a tiny fish appears beneath a homemade float.
This couldn’t have come at a better time. We’d just sat down for dinner and found ourselves talking about how, even as adults, we still hold onto that “youth mode” in our heads as much as possible — forgetting our age for a while and wishing we were back playing football, fishing, or reliving the simple parts of childhood as time seems to slip by faster every year.
Then, about an hour later, I saw this post. I showed it to both Sophie and Alex and asked them to read it too — and they immediately understood why I wanted them to. 😉
Thanks for sharing. I think many of us never really stop feeling like that kid inside—we just end up with a few more aches and a lot more responsibilities!
It’s funny how conversations like the one you had over dinner seem to line up with the right message appearing at just the right time. I’m glad Sophie and Alex read it too. If they pause and appreciate the moment they’re in, just for a moment then sharing these thoughts has been worthwhile.
Wishing you all many more days making memories together—because those simple moments are often the ones that stay with us the longest.