Wilson's Creek: A Short Story

I’m not much of an intense type of guy and I don’t really get into much that’s too crazy for someone my age. This isn’t something that’s very known about me but I thought it’d be a good story to tell either way. The story takes place when I’m around ten years old in Wilson's Creek. At this time I was with my dad and I was extremely small and didn’t pay a lot of attention. I was with my dad fishing on a Friday during the summer at about 4:30 PM. The day was hot and bugs were everywhere around us. I had on jeans, a t-shirt and a vest to store any fish we catch. My dad had on the same, but i had a smaller fishing rod than he did because I was small and not really ready for a fishing rod like my dad’s. We went out to fish and started at a bridge that was very rundown and poorly maintained and didn’t catch much because of the current and rocks around where we were. We got one fish to bite but it fell off whenever we pulled it up out of the water. We then decided to move to another spot over by the cliffs and ridges because no one was there to get in the way. For a while we didn’t go anywhere too crazy and nowhere that took too much effort to get to. Little did I know was that it’d all change quicker than I thought.. After a while of not catching what we were looking for, my dad decided
It held us both and he pulled me back up very easily and he pulled himself up after. When it was all done I had cut a hole in my leg that left a scar that’s still on my leg to this day. It was an easy wound to fix with a small amount of alcohol and bandages. I ended up being fine and we continued to fish for a while before actually leaving to go home. My dad and I both ended up forgetting about it after a few weeks and I healed very quickly. To this day I still have the scar on my leg and it reminds me everyday of a very horrifying day in my