I was reminiscing my youth the other day. When you're young, nothing seems absurd. When I was 19, a couple of friends were at the Miami airport getting ready to spend spring break in Florida. Looking at the arrivals and departures we saw The Cayman Islands. It felt like an instant decision. We bought tickets and flew to the Cayman's. It was very remote back then, several large banks. I think one resort. Mostly hut like living. We rented a jeep and drove all over. Didn't have much money, but it was enough to rent a room from local resident. We snorkeled among the jelly fish and barracuda. We saw the giant sea turtles in their natural habitat. The crabs were monsters as they creeped along the beach at night. When I got older and married, I developed panic attacks from the big city, Chicago. They're pretty much gone now, but I often wonder if they were my penance for what I did that spring
My mom did not find out until I told her years later. She always wondered where i got that amazing conch shell. She didn't think FL had those anymore.
My mom did not find out until I told her years later. She always wondered where i got that amazing conch shell. She didn't think FL had those anymore.
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