In August, my friend Steve invited me and his other friends to go deep sea fishing in Dana Point. I accepted.

I hadn't been on a boat since I used to go camping with my dads friend and his family. I was a young kid at the time and going on a boat was not a problem.

Unfortunately, I got horribly sea sick this time around, even after taking some dramamine (for the motion sickness). It was a rough ride, but I managed to muster the energy to catch a fish - probably the first real fish I have ever caught in my entire life.

Although a small milestone on the "things I want to do before I die" checklist, it was a milestone nonetheless. It was honestly hard to tell if it tasted any better than fish I usually have, but it was nice knowing that I didn't end up empty handed after we set out to sea.