Thursday, May 17, 2012 9:56:47 AM
When I was little mt Dad had a small boat. My Dad,Grandfather and I went fishing in the Atlantic. While I sat at the stern with a little fishing pole and a bobber in the water, my Dad and Gramps were at the bow arguing about something.A gigantic Manta Ray swam under the boat.It was bigger than the boat.I tried to tell my Dad,but he told me to shut my face.At that moment, I decided I didn't care for the ocean.Then in `77, Jaws came out and that was the final nail in the coffin.If I`m at a beach, I don`t go any deeper than the bottom of my knees.