Grandpa's Pond

It's hard to believe that I am almost 30 years old. My life has hurtled through space and time with increasing velocity with each passing year, so much so that sometimes I have difficulty remembering who I am. It's difficult to imagine that the boy who not so long ago bounced on his grandfather's knee to the tune of 'ol Dan Tucker is now so old. Time, it would seem, is the great equalizer and it spares no one. Even my Grampa, who in my little world was the epitome of strength, has now been gone for over 13 years. My Grampa was a great influence in my life and was the man who taught me how to fish, which is quite possibly the best gift a young boy can receive. I try to keep the memories of me and my grandpa sitting side by side on the pond bank while watching a red & white bobber sway with the wind and play on the water surface close to my heart and fresh in my mind.