As long as I can remember I have hated fish. Why you ask? I believe it all stems back to this point in my childhood when my dad stuck this disgusting fish in my face. Probably not. But, honestly that fish is so gross. I hate swimming in open water because I'm afraid that a fish will touch me. The night before a triathlon I have nightmares about fish in the water, not wrecking my bike or tripping on the run, or missing the race all together, just that there are fish lurking below me in the dark water waiting to nibble on my toes. YUCK!
I have been to some beautiful places and snorkeled with amazing tropical fish and all I can think of when I'm in the water is that I hope a fish doesn't touch me. I have even gotten mad at Todd for making the fish "attack" me when they swim towards me. Yes I realize this is silly and the fish aren't going to do anything to me but I really am freaked out by them.
Don't you love my dad's sweet glasses in this picture? And honestly I had no hair when I was a kid, I'm probably 2 years old in this picture and still not enough for a pig tail. Sad. At least my sweet Claire has hair and doesn't take after her mom.
















