My first memory of fishing was with my Uncle Cliff on a farm pond in Rabun county.
We were in small boat floating around. My uncle handed me a baited rod and told me to put the hook in the water. As soon as I did, a "monster" grabbed the hook. It scared me so bad that I just threw the rod in the water. I didn't want anything to do with what was on my hook.
The funniest thing was watching my Uncle Cliff wading around until he found the rod. And my fish was still attached! It was a hugh brim but my first fish. That got me hooked and I'm still fishing 55 years later.