My object is my fishing pole, it is a golden orange 7-foot-long pole. When I was 5 years old, my dad took me fishing one morning. Ever since then, I’ve just loved it. When I was little, I always had to use his fishing poles, but one day he randomly got me my own to use. I never let go of it every week we went fishing and made so many memories. Hiking to places we have never been, just to go to little streams to see if there were fish in it. My little brother usually always goes with us to do other things, it was nice to do something with just me and my dad. So now every time I pick up the pole to go by myself, it brings all the memories back to me. Since I'm getting older, I don't have much time to go with my dad anymore, but every time I use the fishing pole, it reminds me of the good memories.

– CK

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