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I'm late to the game and in a rush, but I'm going to try to describe my daughter's reaction to the ferry on our first trip to Mackinac this weekend.
"I hate boats; I'm not going on the boat." That tune had been playing like a broken record all morning long. I imagined carrying her on literally kicking and screaming and avoiding any possible eye contact with other humans for the 20 minute ride. I promised to sit below with her. In fact, we all had to sit below; it was full on top. We settled into our seats and glanced at the water. It was a perfect day--clear blue skies, clear blue water, Michigan summer weather. After a greeting from the captain and a few short announcements, we were on our way. As the boat began to move, Katie buried her head into my lap and started to cry softly. I rubbed her back trying to comfort her and feeling thankful that we hadn't had to drag her on. As she started to shake back and forth, I tried to prepare myself for the worst. She whipped her head up, viewed the waves in the wake of the boat, and released loud chuckles that felt as if they could carry us to the island.
I'm late to the game and in a rush, but I'm going to try to describe my daughter's reaction to the ferry on our first trip to Mackinac this weekend.
"I hate boats; I'm not going on the boat." That tune had been playing like a broken record all morning long. I imagined carrying her on literally kicking and screaming and avoiding any possible eye contact with other humans for the 20 minute ride. I promised to sit below with her. In fact, we all had to sit below; it was full on top. We settled into our seats and glanced at the water. It was a perfect day--clear blue skies, clear blue water, Michigan summer weather. After a greeting from the captain and a few short announcements, we were on our way. As the boat began to move, Katie buried her head into my lap and started to cry softly. I rubbed her back trying to comfort her and feeling thankful that we hadn't had to drag her on. As she started to shake back and forth, I tried to prepare myself for the worst. She whipped her head up, viewed the waves in the wake of the boat, and released loud chuckles that felt as if they could carry us to the island.
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