I groan in pain, leaning into my seatbelt as the car jerks to a stop.
“We’re here! Get up!” my sister snaps, slapping my shoulder before hurriedly rushing out of the car and out my arm’s reach. Shoulder throbbing and blurry eyed, I step out of the car and take in a long, deep breath. A familiar fishy smell greets my ever sensitive nose, and I fight to hold back my grimace because I knew my dad was watching. I can’t risk upsetting him with the season just around the corner. He can’t feel, under any circumstances, like he has already lost the fight. So, I suck it up and shuffle down the ramp with my family.
My dad unlocks the boat, and my sister and I scramble into the cabin and immediately claim our seats. She shoves me against the wall as I laugh in triumph. I got the better seat this year. We settle in as my dad fires up the engine and sets off towards the wharf.
The shops come into view as we chug along the water, and I can feel my excitement bubbling in my chest. My sister and I automatically jump up from our seats as we pull closer to the dock, and we each grab a rope. Our boat sidles up next to the wooden planks, and I’m overjoyed because I can finally see the red roof, the frozen yogurt shop. Today’s going to be a good day, and dad’s fishing season is going to be great, I just know it.