When we moved to Canada my initial go-to activity was playing outside. There was just nothing to do inside.. There was a TV at our hosts place, but I was not very good at English yet, so I was not interested in watching YTV and green goop falling on people's heads or whatever
I have memories of walking to the river just wearing a pair of euro style short shorts just fishing for hours and hours... I was in grade 7 at the time.. I would spend time looking for worms in the ground, and then try to catch some fish. Occasionally I would succeed. I forget where I got the fishing rod, but it must have been our hosts', or possibly some other friends of the family.. My other options for spending my time was.. playing outside with some friends.. maybe soccer or throwing rocks at stuff.. or whatever. I'm an introvert so fishing is a very viable alternative as an activity, even back when I knew absolutely nothing about it.
I fish on and off, but not really lately.. I've gotten a fishing license several times, and have rarely used it. I basically get it when my family goes on a cottage or camping trip.. I know that one of my brothers in law is into fishing and will bring his fishing rod and maybe an extra.. and my dad used to fish too.. We got out on canoes a couple years ago and went fishing a couple times. No big catches, but good times
Now that I think about it, I have some memories from grade 8.. me and this friend went out to this mystical spot where giant carp are easy to catch.. We couldn't catch any and decided that we needed a net to properly catch them.. it was like a marsh type area, you had to get in the water.. strange memories really if you ask me, because I also remember my friend then telling me he was going to steal a net and try to catch the carp.. but the memories end there so I think I went home
There was also this other slightly less mystical carp spot near the big lake here.. by the dam.. me and another friend were fishing there (couple yeras later, in HS) and it seemed like a good spot, but we were catching nothing.. lots of fish around that we could see, but they were not biting.. then this guy comes and gives us this stuff.. he tells us it is a mixture that the carp will love. It was a yellowish mixture with a bready doughy like texture. Anyway, we caught a couple large carp almost right away.. but we couldn't get any more of the magic mixture... or figure out what was in it
My other fishing memories are just boring and not worth mentioning or.. "holy carp i agreed to waking up at 3am and driving for hours and hours and then sitting there in the cold" and related trauma