A Day With Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins 11yo 63 -

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and violet, we packed up the car. The ride home was quieter. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the telephone poles flash by like rhythmic heartbeats.

As we drove back into town, Uncle Tom turned to my dad and said, "You know, John, I think Sheila's getting too old for these kinds of adventures." My dad chuckled and replied, "Nonsense, Tom. She's just getting started." a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63

"Good morning, kiddo!" he said with a smile, giving me a hug. "Today's going to be a great day, I just know it." As the sun began to set, painting the

We spent the whole morning on the water. The boat rocked gently, and the only sound was the lap of the waves and the occasional shush of our fishing lines hitting the water. Dad and Uncle Tom talked in low voices about things I didn't quite understand—work at the plant, the new President, and "the way things are changing." As we drove back into town, Uncle Tom

When we arrived at the lake, the water was as smooth as glass. A thin layer of mist hovered over the surface, making the whole place look magical. Dad helped me unload the fishing rods while Uncle Tom prepped the bait. I still shudder a little when handling live worms, but Uncle Tom showed me a trick to hook them quickly so I wouldn't have to think about it too much.

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