I am scared, truly scared, of one thing. Fish. Not cute ones. The ones who jump up around you when you're in waist deep at the beach. Can't handle it. In the past I've been fine in nice clear water with small fish (i.e. Mexico, swimming holes in earlier posts). This place has BEAUTIFUL spring water, a fabulous set up, and the largest concentration of fish EVER! Even big black catfish. My kids loved it. Robert loved it. I was horrified. I did jump in once only to prove I wasn't a chicken. I was a chicken. I would have screamed, even under water, had I not been afraid to swallow one of the 200 fish that stood, well, swam, between me and the step ladder to get out.
I am scared, truly scared, of one thing. Fish. Not cute ones. The ones who jump up around you when you're in waist deep at the beach. Can't handle it. In the past I've been fine in nice clear water with small fish (i.e. Mexico, swimming holes in earlier posts). This place has BEAUTIFUL spring water, a fabulous set up, and the largest concentration of fish EVER! Even big black catfish. My kids loved it. Robert loved it. I was horrified. I did jump in once only to prove I wasn't a chicken. I was a chicken. I would have screamed, even under water, had I not been afraid to swallow one of the 200 fish that stood, well, swam, between me and the step ladder to get out.
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