Nostalgic Memories

I have wonderful memories of my early childhood (early '60s) when my neighborhood older brother figure and his friends would take me fishing with them at the OR, which was our name for the Ontario Reformatory. In those days the stream and ponds were stocked with speckled trout each spring. It was very exciting for a child my age to catch trout from the almost pristine waters, comparatively speaking when looking around there today. Far less of a mess from the invasion of Canada Geese that is prevalent today. It was even clean enough for picnicking activities, today not so much. Memories so dear to me that I'm quite certain I will choose the location to have my ashes scattered when the time comes.