The River’s Gift Fishing Adventure

The journey to the river was about two miles, which seemed insignificant when Andrzej agreed to the trip. On a warm, sunny morning in late spring, Andrzej was sitting on the front steps of his house, idly watching the clouds drift by. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of bees busy at work. It was the kind of day that made ten-year-old boys dream of adventure.