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The Fishing Day Hasan Yucel Karaahmet from Turkey Photo: Sandy Peters He filled a bottle of water and emptied it onto my face while I was sleeping. "Come on, boy! Wake up! We are going fishing."   I remember a morning when I was 15 years old. That was the beginning of a wonderful day. The season was summer, July. My best friend Hizir Kurt, who always wakes up very late, came over to my house at 5:30 a.m. I was home alone because my parents had gone to their home city Trabzon to visit some relatives. "Sometimes Hizir stayed with us, so he had a house key. That morning, Hizir came into the house very quietly, so I did not hear anything. He filled a bottle of water and emptied it onto my face while I was sleeping. I angrily yelled at him. "Hey! Do you know what time it is? What are you doing here? Hizir just laughed and simply answered, "Come on, boy! Wake up! We are going fishing." Suddenly, I did not feel angry anymore; I even liked that idea. That day, we wasted a lot of time and money because we lost many fishing weights, but finally our luck changed and we began to catch countless fish. The problem and the fun began after the fishing. Hizir cleaned the fish. I fried them. Then we started to eat. Although we ate for an hour, we could not finish them. We were full. Finally, we decided to give the leftover fish to the homeless cats on the street. At midnight, we were still laughing, enjoying ourselves, and playing computer games. Hizir went back to his own home the next morning. In short, that was one of the longest and most enjoyable days in my life. More stories: My Mom Can Make Us Smile | I'll Never Forget That Day | The Bowl of Soup Return to: Read Our Stories | Issue 19 | Home Page TOPICS Online Magazine - ©1997-2007 - Sandy and Thomas Peters - topics.mag@gmail.com