In 1975 I was a wee lad and I was about to fall in love with many things that continue through today. My love of movies would be solidified with such great ones like Jaws and a little later, Star Wars, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Animal House, Alien and Halloween. I was still young but I was getting a chance to see some of these at the movies or on television. I am grounded in my story telling from these masterpieces, but it all started with Jaws. I vividly remember the music as it replayed in my head every time we went to the pool to swim, imagining we were in the ocean and I was about to be struck. As always, I had my rubber shark which hardly left my sight. I am wondering if it’s still around hiding in a storage box in my mother’s attic, wouldn’t that be awesome. I may have to do some digging; that was definitely one toy I would like to connect with again. There isn’t anything wrong with revisiting a great childhood moment.
With all of the shark attacks, more than normal, I am reminded that I have been dreaming of a nice tropical beach vacation. Maybe this is a sign that I should reconsider and go for a vacation where I go to enjoy some great food, instead of me being the food. I doubt this will keep me from dreaming of that nice warm sandy relaxing get-a-way. Maybe this would be a good time to go visit Key West and maybe I will have a Hemmingway moment. I can have my own shark experience and write about it, hopefully with all of my limbs. I will probably have to settle with sitting on the sand and watching the waves while my brain tries to grasp the ocean. I know my mind will wander and another story will begin that I will probably never get too, but that is okay. Before I realize what I am doing, I will be in the water up to my knees and that is when I will feel that way again. I will be back there, when I was at the swimming pool and that music would play in my head, over and over; my heart will race with anticipation and I will look for the fin. To my glorious relief, the shark is made of rubber, one of my early companions in life, one full of fun and imagination. But how I love the suspense, let the music play on and awaken the memory, the child and the thrill.