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While camping last summer on Mount Hood, my husband and I decided to take our girls, ages 3 and 9, fishing at the Rainbow Trout Farm. Who could have predicted that the bucolic scene with waterfalls, ponds and picnic tables would prove to be the setting of a TCM - traumatic childhood memory for our kids?

Approximately 8 seconds after casting into the pond literally writhing with fish, our three year old smiling happily for the camera, we hooked a 12 inch trout. It began thrashing around, and the expression on our girls' faces turned from joy to horror. As I reeled in our catch, the children ran away, screaming and crying and hid behind the trees. With no option to release the fish, my husband took over with the fish as I comforted our children.

The girls now refuse to eat trout, though they still love salmon. As a result of the experience, each night we thank the animals who gave up their lives to nourish our bodies.

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