Our family loves visiting Florida; my parents have a place there, and it’s close to the beach. Every year or so, we visit and become beach bums for at least a week.
But there’s always that tiny nagging in the back of our minds while we’re swimming in the ocean – sharks. We don’t go deep at all, maybe only three feet deep. I blame the anxiety on the boys and the husband watching Shark Week on television.
But then you hear stories of real shark attacks – like the recent one where a woman was attacked – and become even more paranoid.