Personal Narrative Essay: Fishing For Hayden

Fishing For Hayden
“Thunk!” As the last door to our car closed, we started toward the lake. It was a warm, sunny day in Maine. We were camping and had been hiking, when we decided to go fishing at a lake. The morning mist was warm today. “Let's go Hayden, come on,” my dad said. I wasn’t the type of kid to get really excited about these things.
“I don't want to!” I yelled from the car.
“But you need to learn to fish,” my dad said back.
My dad started to yell at me as I jumped out the car, and grabbed my pole angrily and walked over to him so he could set it up. As he was setting it up I scanned the lake and beach, only to see that there weren't many people there. Once my dad finished with my pole, he moved to my brother’s pole. I decided to start fishing. I took my pole over to the lake and took my first swing toward the water. I can do this! I thought to myself.
As I was casting off, I threw the pole over my shoulder, and swung with the strength of a four-year-old. At first it felt like a mosquito had just bit me. My leg started to burn. I looked down and saw that I had just caught a thirty pound Hayden. My leg dripped blood from my shin. That's when I started to freak out. My dad came over and cut the line off. We had to go to the hospital to the hook out. Before we went to the hospital, we had to ask where the closest one