Last night we went to the Aquarium of the Pacific. I had heard amazing things about it & was not disappointed. I was a little jumpy at first...see I have this weird fear of things that live in the water. I blame this on two women whom I love very much: Vi & MyLindsey.
Vi was my babysitter when I was little...the woman who raised my sister & me while Mom was at work during the day. It was at her house that I drank milk every day for lunch, played space rocket under the kitchen table, first hammered a nail into a piece of wood, & first watched Jaws...at a very young age. How does one not walk away from that with issues?
And MyLindsey...my dear MyLindsey. First to explain why she's MyLindsey. I have two friends named Lindsa(e)y. One (Lindsay) who is in my tight circle of girls (more of an OurLindsey) & the other (Lindsey) who is not in this circle. Therefore, she is MyLindsey when I talk to others about her.
Back to the point...MyLindsey & I met the summer we studied abroad in Costa Rica & were roommates. Our weekends were spent on various excursions around the country & on one of these excursions we were hanging out in the ocean minding our own business when I felt something brush my leg. MyLindsey asked what happened & then told me with a laugh "that's funny, normally small fish don't travel that fast inland unless a bigger fish is chasing them"...remember Jaws? I panicked, swam as fast as I could for the shore, & haven't really been comfortable in the ocean since.
Because of these two women & my experiences with them, going to the aquarium was something huge for me. So what if I squeezed Jacob's hand as we turned every corner? I still touched a moon jelly (following the two fingers only rule)...
...a ray, & a shark (a little shark like these)...
...not a big shark like this...
We also saw less menacing sea creatures...
And for some reason the Aquarium of the Pacific had fish from Arkansas...go figure...
Katie, you crack me up. I can see you jumping as you looked at the fish.
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