I was three-years-old and running free through the trees and into the open area of our camp site. The air smelled fresh and clean like mountain air would. Then suddenly I was falling and there was fish. Scales everywhere. I was drowning in them, in my mouth, on my face, tangled in the fish and trying to free myself. Spitting and crying, and my
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Really good entry. Now I know what not to eat if we should ever go out to dinner LOL
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Mom really did try not to baby me, but I wish she had let me fall over the ice chest.
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