Excerpt, childhood

I'm trying to remember moments from my childhood. There was one walk that I had at my grandmother's cabin, about a door or so down they could daffodils out front. I thought that was odd because daffodils grow all season usually, but there were they were every year. Just a few steps down there. Was the boat launch. Then about 10 cabins down there was the beach. My mother tried so hard every year to clear the beach of rocks and every year they were swept back up onto it. It wasn't the best lake but early in the year it was beautiful. I try so hard every year to do shallow fishing. Everything was great up until I turned eight or 12:00. That I never caught a fish again.