Growing up, we spent summers in a camper in South Myrtle Beach. We were there more than we were home which was great for a couple of kids. As soon as the sun was up, we were on the beach...mom sunning it in a beach chair, my brother playing in the sand with the rest of the little boys and me in the water and walking the beach, thinking I was all that...and I was being 13 looking 18. I was collecting boys like shells. My mom was clueless, of course, because she was ancient at 32 years old...ancient.
This was about the same time that Jaws hit the theaters so a shark siting was BIG neighborhood news. One day a man was fishing very near where my friends and I were swimming...and oh my gosh...he caught a shark! It did look like a scene from the movie (though the shark was a bitty sand shark but still...) Yes, everyone scrambled out of the water. The crowd gathered around the great fisherman and his deadly catch...including my mother.
She was enthralled.
She gathered in closer to get a better look.
She took photos to document the event.
I was so confused...Mom doesn't care about sharks...
Fast forward...oh 35 years...I'm scanning Mom's photo albums just in case something happens...we can't lose these very valuable family history documents...
I find the shark photos...
...and I laugh.
Mom doesn't care for sharks.
Not. One. Bit.
Happy Mother's Day.
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