I used to be a water phobic, which always confuses people when I tell them I lived in Hawaii for twelve years. When I got together with my husband/then-boyfriend, Kenny, he was shocked and wouldn't have any of that. Being a water person, he just couldn't understand how anyone could be afraid of water. As we approached our first wedding anniversary, he would recall the time he lived in Florida. He would wax poetic about how much he loved the ocean, how he wanted to show it to me. I then decided that, sure, the ocean sounds nice; but there was that pesky phobia. We decided to try and cure me. First we got me over being scared in a bathtub, then it progressed into pools. Soon, I got over much of my terrible fear and promised Kenny that we could go to Florida for our first anniversary. We decided on the Gulf Side in Ft. Meyers, which has a more gentler shore. After we flew on an afternoon flight for about an hour (which is a different phobia for a different story), we made it to Florida safe and sound.
And...this is where my timer ends. I got hit with a bad writer's block on all three of my topics (which were all written in Notepad, first), but hopefully as I have more time to focus on just one topic I can be able to wax poetic more.
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