I Own an Old Fishpond

There’s an old fishpond in my hometown. Just how old is it? You’d have to ask my grandpa, but one thing’s certain: the pond has been there for as long as I can remember. Many years passed, and at last I returned to the hometown I’d never stopped longing for. By then, Grandpa had passed away, leaving me only an old house and that old fishpond. Learning to swim and fish, playing and fooling around: it all happened at that old pond. The pond may be old, but it holds plenty of treasures. Let me tell you all about them.