My Philly story starts one morning in June in a park somewhere in Philadelphia. My dad took me to a park when we were fishing. Most of the catch was small, and later on I tried to throw the hook further. That sudden jerk energized me to pull up. In mid-air, the fish slipped off the hook. The fish flew through the air before crashing to the ground. It was pretty big, but catching the fish was like a miniature fun achievement. We went home after we caught two more.