And, since I can't think of anything else to blog about, y'all get to read the story. Exciting, no?
A few years ago, my mom, sisters and I went on a road trip tour of civil war battle fields. Yeah, it was about as exciting as it sounds. But, one of the highlights of the trip was the fact that we got to go swimming in the ocean. Which, for a girl who lives in a landlocked state and loves to swim, was pretty dang exciting. So exciting in fact that I stopped caring about the various cuts, scrapes, and other such bleeding things I'd gotten during the trip.
That was dumb, don't try that at home, kids.
Anyways, we got to the beach and I was in the water as fast as possible with little sister following right behind. We decided to just kick it in the water and my string of stupidity continued.
This fin pops out of no where, like seriously out of a jaws movie, and there was this big, shadowy shape in the water. But did I think of this?
No. I envisioned this
So I didn't really think anything of it and just kept bobbing in the water.
Then, it bumped into me.
I brushed it off, thinking the kid was just focused on checking out the sea floor. I was actually kinda proud of the kid, I'll call him "Jimmy", for exploring and everything.
Then, he smacked into me again, harder this time, and my mental image of Jimmy changed from cute little boy to annoying little boy. But, I decided to ignore it and just swim away, give him some space. Who knew, maybe he'd decide to annoy someone else.
He smacked into me a few more times, following me around in the water, and each time he smacked me it was harder and harder until I was almost being knocked off my feet. Little sister was starting to get confused and I was getting really frustrated. I'd given little Jimmy space and the figure was like 3/4th my length, so he was big enough to know better than to follow me and slam into my legs over and over again. So, the next time I got smacked into, I fought back with a kick.
As soon as I did that, I felt horrible.
Images of this little kid now hurt because I couldn't control myself flashed through my mind, and I wanted to find Jimmy and make sure he was okay and apologize, but Jimmy was gone.
Little sister and I decided we'd had enough of bobbing off by ourselves and wanted to hang out with our mom instead. On the way to her, I answered her questions about what'd been going on and she decided Jimmy was some sort of big fish, thinking it was funny that I'd kicked a fish.
When we got to our mom, we told her what happened and she was like "I highly doubt that was a fish, I'm pretty sure it was a shark."
My mouth dropped open and I stood there in shock, but decided that there was no way a shark was what'd been slamming into me and went on swimming. During my swimming adventure I made a friend with one of the locals and I told him what'd happened, trying to figure it out still and he fully agreed with my mom. It was a shark.
I couldn't really deny it anymore, so I kept an eye out for Jimmy for the rest of the day, thankful he hadn't eaten me.
So there you have it, the story of when I kicked a shark. For those of you who were wondering, little sister is pretty sure Jimmy was a bull shark.
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