My first memory of fishing is from Fourth Grade. A friend and I bought some bamboo poles, dug up some worms and went to a pond behind our elementary school. Maybe there weren't any fishing in the pond, but didn't get a single nibble. Honestly I think it had to do with the noise we were making and the fact that we pulled our line from the water about every thirty seconds. The worms probably thought we were just trying to get them clean and the fish probably thought we were teasing them. But I did go home with some tadpoles...
