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.
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.
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.
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.
That sounds like a story, if you're willing to share. :p