I could start out by telling you about when I was placed upon this earth. But I can't really remember being born! I do remember being a crazy child, and I am one now. But some of my favorite memories take place near the water. Just last year we bought an ocean boat, and have been out on it A LOT. Well, anyhow, I'll tell the story before I trail off onto something completely different.
My Dad and I had started our journey approximately 90 minutes ago, and are now reaching our destination. The bubbles rose inside of me,(not from breakfast), but from excitement. After the long bouncing stretch of exposure to the wind, we embarked on an attempt to weave through the maze of islands. But, with me at the helm, we were sure to end up ¦ ¦.somewhere.
"Go between those two markers, my Dad commands.
"Aye, aye cap'in, I reply. "I see the mouth of the bay.
In my mind I started picturing two crayola markers bobbing in the water, and told Dad of my idea. We laughed, exchanged jokes and thoughts and soon were at the mouth. My heart started to pound harder, like a drummer speeding up the tempo. I always get nervous when I see rocks marked on the chard. Even though I've done this many times, it feels like the rocks are going to shoot up and out of the water! My Dad knows I can do it, but his eyes move to a patch of rocks sticking out of the water. I look over and the rocks look sort of fuzzy. Then, I notice they are seals, 1-2-3 ¦.12! I love seals! Just the way their heads pop out of the water randomly and their whiskers have little beads of water running down them. That always reminds me of the big slides that you sit on sacks and slide down. After we stopped and puttered around the seals, we continued on our journey. The entire time now consisted of us keeping our eyes peeled for a place to anchor. Our boat motors around the corner and I see a cute little island and another bigger one. The smaller one