Here’s a memory I’ve had buried for many years.
When I was a little boy, my parents took me to the American Museum of Natural History to see the dinosaurs.
We also saw the sharks in the Hall of Fishes; and I’m afraid I took those exhibits a bit too literally. I mean, what would happen if the glass broke and all the sharks got loose? I was afraid to take my bath that night. Had some rather too dramatic dreams that night, too. The mako shark followed me home.
I don’t remember how long it took me to get over that.
Special Note to Kristi Ann: Welcome back, Kristi Ann! I’m so pleased to see you here again.
