Mine is when we went on a fishing trip when I was about 5 years old. We had these stupid hats that said ’dad‘ and ‘kid’. I caught this little sunfish and told him I wanted to take it home and cook it and eat it up. So when got home he said he took it to a special place to have it cleaned and battered. The next day he showed up for dinner with four portions of fish and chips for my mother, sister, him and myself. I was proud as’ faak I fed the whole family with my little fish. I didn’t figure out until probably my 20’s that he just bought it at a local fish& chip place.... I’m rambley tonight. That’s fine.