8 years, 9 months.
Last Saturday morning, you and I went hiking with Papa at Cloudland Canyon State Park in Georgia; which is only 30 miles from Nana and Papa’s house.
We took a long hike down into the canyon, where we were able to check out some waterfalls.
It was in a puddle formed in conjunction to one of the waterfalls that you had a hunch that there might be a creature to catch.
Unbeknownst to me, you had proactively brought a bug container with you on our hike.
You were so proud of the crayfish you caught.
As we hiked back up to the top of the park, several of the hikers making their way down said to one another, “Look at one that boy caught… some kind of fish?”
That was pretty cool.
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