When I was about twelve or thirteen my grandpa paid for all of his kids and grandkids to go to Mexico and go deep sea fishing. It was a blast! We stayed in beach front hotels and went fishing, snorkeling, and played in the ocean daily. We would go out into the ocean on covered boats so we wouldn’t burn and the crew would bait the hook and take the fish off the hook for us. All we had to do was cast and reel the fish in, if we wanted. Then we’d have fish tacos, burritos, omelets, and anything else that would go with fish to eat. By the end of the week I sure was sick of fish and swore that I would never eat it again, but that didn’t last too long luckily. I still eat fish occasionally.
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