Memory #190

My mom and dad took my brother and I fishing on Lake Gatun. I was disturbed that they placed the live fish they caught into a dry cooler. Every time the lid was opened, large eyes stared out and their mouths opened and closed. I caught one fish that I intended to immediately throw back. My dad took it off the line and dropped it in the bottom of the boat while he got sidetracked. I kept warning him that it was going to die, and he didn't have any sense of urgency. Eventually, he did throw it back in, but I had a feeling he took as long as he could on purpose.