At the age of seven, my dad took me fishing for the first time.

About 10 million hours later, (or that’s what I thought, Dad said it had only been two), we still had absolutely nothing. We were just about to stop when I heard a splash! 

Looking over the side of the boat, I was smacked in the face by something sharp and wet.  I started to panic shouting, “Dragon!” tugging at dad’s arm. He pulled it away with anger. 

“They’re fish, get over it,” dad said with fury in his voice.   

A fish? I didn’t realise they could fly!