Have you seen my black fish, Blue?

                I’m not afraid of anything. I’ll take on anything. (Lies.) I’m terribly afraid of water. Well, I guess not the actual water, but what’s in it. Fish.

                Don’t get me wrong, I love swimming, I love being around water, but for some reason I dread the thought that a fish my bite my toes or swim past my leg. Basically, if a fish comes into contact with my skin I’ll probably start crying.

                I can touch fish with no problem, too. I love catching fish. Just swimming by them is not my thing.

                It all comes back to this dream I had when I must’ve been like eight. It goes like this, I’m swimming in the lake, Lake Michigan, and a big sturgeon gets caught on my bathing suit. If you don’t know what a sturgeon is, it’s a HUGE freaking fish. They’re prehistoric, too. So they’re just really creepy looking and they have a big mouth.

 They look like sea dragons! I’d probably be a lot less scared of a sea dragon. That’s just cool.

                Anyways! The fish gets caught on my bathing suit, and I’m dragged out to with middle of the lake and he keeps pulling me down and down to where all the other sturgeon are and then I wake up.

                I don’t know, maybe that doesn’t sound that scary but I was not having any of that. I don’t do sea weed either. That’s where fish like to chill so if I see sea weed I’m not going swimming.