When I was ten fishing was my first introduction to the outdoors. I grew up within walking distance of Lake Erie. There was an elderly man (I guess that would be me now) who lived two doors down that went perch fishing every morning at a local pier. He told us that he would take us, but we had to demonstrate to him that we (my brother and I)could cast a rod far and straight enough to not tangle up others who were fishing near by. After accomplishing that we went most every day, coming home with at least a bucket of perch in our wagon. He taught us everything about perch fishing, how to snell a hook, how to filet fish, when to set the hook, even how to get the lead out of a car battery and make sinkers. (Can't believe that are parents let us melt lead at 10 and13 yrs old.
Now I still chase perch and walleye on Lake Erie and Steelhead in the rivers.
Keep life simple...if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.