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When I was young, probably 5 or 6, the family went on a cruise: Jon, Mom, Jonathan (who was still an infant) and myself. These are a couple of things I remember:
At the stern of the ship at night, my parents drank a toast, tossed the glasses overboard and made a comment about Jaws. I remember being scared that some giant shark was going to eat the ship.
We were in the casino playing slots (by which I mean they were dropping coins and I was pulling the lever). Somehow Jonathan fell and had a horrific nosebleed that required us to see the ship’s doctor.
The ship stopped in Nassau, I picked up a conch shell as a souvenir, the only other souvenir I remember was a sculpture/figurine my mom bought. It was a mother whale and calf, made or porcelain and suspended above a driftwood base.