There was this library as a kid. Upstairs was warm and inviting and just a really nice library. It had this side hallway at the front entrance. At the end of the hall where metal steps that led to this dingy creepy basement. I went back there 15 years later when it was converted to an art gallery. Still creepy as fuck.
Haha. My wife is kind of the same way; it's fairly understandable. From the way you said it, I thought you meant the beach in general; being worried about stuff in the water is more natural.
Haha. My wife is kind of the same way; it's fairly understandable. From the way you said it, I thought you meant the beach in general; being worried about stuff in the water is more natural.
No story to tell. I'm terrified of murky water. Well, what's in murky water. I react the same way to seaweed as I would a great white touching me, if I can't see it.