I went through some stuff that was up at my Dad’s house and found what was going to be my fly-fishing diary.  I only wrote a few things, but here is one that made me laugh:

For those of you that cannot read my handwriting, it says:
“It rained and it rained, actually it poured.  Bill and I went to the swing and Bill fell in up to his neck.  We then went to the Pittsburgh hole and Bill fell in again…”  The rest is not really important.  I do remember my cousin falling in twice and making fun of him for a few days afterward.

Also, look at that artwork.  Some of you might be guessing that I was a little kid when I wrote this, but if you look at the date, it was April 19, 1998.  I was 17 years old.  My art skills have not improved since then either.