I was watching some gooey, life-enriching movie the other day where a bunch of kids were playing around in a river. It occurred to me that while I can recall how wonderful it feels to squish mud through your toes, I can't actually remember the last time I did it.

I can say the same for cane-pole fishing. I loved the anticipation, the tug, and the glorious catch of snagging bream with crickets, but I can't tell you when I last went fishing. I don't even know how much a cone of crickets costs now.

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