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Filed Under Family Time on January 16th, 2012
Gone Fishin'
By Seth Kabala
Twenty or so years ago, my Uncle Scott took me out to West Lake in Davenport, and we caught Bluegills, which he filleted and during which I nearly puked. I love fish, but the end result of their death, not the prep.
That was the one time I went fishing–until today, when I said, “I bet the guy who made that is pretty cool.”
Rewind to yesterday. I had some time in the morning, so Will, Anna, and I worked on separate Lego creations. Due to frustration, Anna took on more of an advisory role, Will built a house, and I built a spaceship.
Will’s house had the ability to transform into whatever was needed for his current fictional play scenario, so that was ok, but my creation blew his away.
It was a recreation of the S1 from the movie Arthur Christmas, cool spoiler and all. Will and Anna fought over it the rest of the day, and my coolness was assured by them frequently telling me what an awesome job I did (slight paraphrase).
However, one day later, the creator was forgotten, for as Will took off on another space mission, my creation doing the transporting, I made the aforementioned comment, and what did I catch on my compliment fishing expedition?
A blank stare.
Followed by resumption of the battle against intergalactic evil, which had apparently set up shop in the basement.
Fishing is a fond memory from 20 years ago, but casting a line for past dad awesomeness is a waste of time.
Best to be a creator every day.
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About: Seth Kabala
Seth is an entrepreneur, writer, musician, family man, and juggler of balls--big ones. He lives with his wife and three children in Portland, OR.
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