One of my lesser fears, but I guess, still a fear. I think it started when I first watched Jaws at the age of five, or it could be something other than that. I've never liked swimming in the ocean/pool by myself at night.
*picture is originally from http://shark-obsession.tumblr.com/
04/23/2014 (Thursday)- Dealing with Fear
I was eight when I learned to swim, five when I first watched Jaws, so I knew the secret danger that only children knew of being alone in the deep end of a pool at night.
Over the years I learned more about them from books and documentaries. My fear now mixed with fascination.
I’ve a handle over it now, age and wisdom and all that shite. Yes, I no longer fear them. I made a deal you see, I told them:
I’ll stay out of your ocean, if you’ll stay out of my pool.
It’s going swimmingly so far.