I love things like that too! Haha! One of my favorite stories:
When my sister was nine years old, we went camping in Idaho at my dad's partner's (cop partner, not gay partner) lakefront property. We each had a ten dollar plastic fishing pole, and there were some guys in their early thirties there with several hundred dollar fishing poles.
My sister caught four fish that day that were longer than her arm, and those men caught nothing. They kept trying to sit where she was sitting (on the dock, in a miniature folding chair) and finally asked to borrow her pole. :)
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When my sister was nine years old, we went camping in Idaho at my dad's partner's (cop partner, not gay partner) lakefront property. We each had a ten dollar plastic fishing pole, and there were some guys in their early thirties there with several hundred dollar fishing poles.
My sister caught four fish that day that were longer than her arm, and those men caught nothing. They kept trying to sit where she was sitting (on the dock, in a miniature folding chair) and finally asked to borrow her pole. :)
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