Random memory.

One time when I was like 10-11 years old, I was walking on the hills path up next to our first house growing up and there was a huge area of water that normally isn’t there.

For the people who lived in the area, there was a dirt road on the left that led to the dungeon and to the right was a bog, a burn pit for bonfires , and a fenced off garden. In the middle of that there was usually a grassy field with two hills where we would usually go sliding in the winter. It was the first time I had noticed all the water pooling, but we had enough snow that year to create the small pond.

I decided to go to the pond next to a farm just down the road and “trap” trout and bring them to the flooded area I found and released them. I probably did this for a good 3 weeks and those buggers actually started spawning. I would go there every day after school to check on them and would spend most of the day on weekends just wading through the freezing water with the fish swimming around.

After about 4 months, the water started to dry up. It really sucked visiting there every day and the water being lower and lower. So I started taking the fish back to the pond.

Not sure why I did it, but it was my own little thing that I think only I knew about.