Okay, Go Ahead. Ask me why I don't like the ocean.
I haven't been in the ocean water over my ankles since JAWS came out.
The last time I went to the beach with my mom and Dad was when I was 27. Clay was almost 4 that summer, Frank was 5, and Julie was 8.
Dad had ALMOST gotten me talked into the whole JAWS thing being a bunch of hooey and that there were no sharks in the water off the South Carolina Coastline.
Then he went surf-fishing and caught a two foot long shark in the surf............not even 50 feet from our campsite.
Ummmmmm....
ME: "Dad? I thought there was no sharks in our waters?"
DAD: "This is just a baby shark. The mama is probably hundreds of miles from here."
ME (backing away from even the foam of the surf): "Ummmm......I'll just lie in the sun again today. Come on Kids, let's go to the playground and the wading pool, and afterwards I'll buy ice-cream for everyone."
