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Boston MA 02110

My name is Allen Arseneau.  

This blog captures my adventures of becoming a Big Brother to a wonderful 7-yr old boy named Hunter.  My  own adventure began almost 28 years ago, when I became a Little Brother myself.  

Day Fishing Spectacular

Boston BIG - A blog about being a Big Brother

This is a blog about my experiences become a Big Brother to a wonderful 7-yr old boy named Hunter.

My name is Allen, and I am a Boston BIG.  I live in the Boston area, and am a BIG Brother (Big Brother Big Sister of Massachusetts Bay Organization) to a 7-year old boy named Hunter.  Hunter lives with his  grandma and 4 siblings, and is in kind of a tough situation.  So, I am a positive adult role-model in his life.  I take him out about 3 times per month.  We have a blast.

People are often surprised by how much fun Hunter and I have on our many outings, so I decided to write this blog to capture some of our adventures, and to keep somewhat of a diary for Hunter.  

I personally know how beneficial having a BIG is.  I actually got my own BIG about 28 years ago, when my mother realized that her sons needed help.  My BIG, Paul, became my mentor and guiding light as I grew from a Boston troubled teen into a Stanford alum and business owner.  I talk to Paul almost every week nowadays.  Eventhough I have a wonderful 8 year-old daughter of my own, and run a start-up, I find a few hours each week to take Hunter out.  In fact, it is just as much a break for me as it is for him.

I hope you enjoy reading about some of our adventures.

Day Fishing Spectacular

Allen Arseneau

Hunter had so much fun a few nights before, he asked to go fishing again.  So this time, we went first thing in the morning.  I picked him up, and drove back to Hull Gut.  This time, however, Hunter just wanted to learn how to cast.  And so, he spent more than an hour, just casting the road (with alure on it).  One of his early casts landed on a pier.  A few casts landed behind us.  Many of them got totally tangled.  But then suddenly, he started casting them in the water, a good 20 feet in front of us.  And just like that, he learned to cast a fishing rod.  Obviously, he was very proud of himself. 

We still did not catch anything, but had fun regardless. 

Still smiling, even after no hits.  :(

Still smiling, even after no hits.  :(