My mom grew up on the Florida panhandle and her father was a competitive fisherman, so she spent most of her childhood and adsolescence in and on the ocean. It was her favorite thing to talk about when we were kids, swimming and fishing and riding the waves.
She was horribly disappointed when she finally got her three grown ass children to the Gulf and we were all too scared to go out any further than ankle deep*, even though the water was a clear as day and incredibly calm. We finally relented after several days, but then we saw some nurse sharks and spent the rest of our vacation burying each other in the sand while she relived her childhood alone in the water.
*Really, it's her fault for raising us in a landlocked state.
Modifié par SurelyForth, 28 mai 2010 - 05:25 .