write a creative story to go along of picture of fishing
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It was the last day of the school year — a bittersweet kind of day, in which nostalgia hangs in he air like a tropical mist, a day which sits on the threshold between old and new. Summer lay ahead like an expansive, open horizon.
We were sitting on a junk boat somewhere just off the coast near Sai Kung. The water was still, and the boat seemed to glide effortlessly through it. This was a long time ago, and some parts of my memory are hazy, but here’s what I remember.
I had just finished Primary Six, while my brother was already on his way to university. So his friends decided to organise one final farewell outing – a small fishing trip together. I guess my mum “suggested” that I be brought along. I expected my brother to object to having his kid brother tag along with him, but he didn’t seem to mind. At any rate, I was excited. I was a little scared of the worms, but I loved fishing. I loved reeling n the fish and watching them swim in styrofoam boxes filled with seawater.
I rarely saw my brother’s friends; they were much older than me, and my only contact with them was when we passed in the corridors at school or in the hallway of my home if they came over to hang out with my brother.