I grew up in the generation of Jaws, when a great white shark became the subject of most children’s nightmares. As a kid, I didn’t spend much time at the ocean, but I can remember having moments when I even felt afraid to be in the deep end of a swimming pool, my imagination run wild with images of young girls being pulled under and gobbled up by vicious man-eating sharks. As an adult, I have watched my children spend endless hours bobbing up and down in the waves of both the Pacific and the Atlantic and although I know there is nothing they would rather do than boogie board, I still catch myself feeling moments of panic at the thought of what might be lurking out in the water just inches from my offspring. For years, I have told myself that this is foolish thinking and forced myself to give my children the freedom they need to enjoy one of the greatest things on earth – a day at the beach.
But this year, I’m having second thoughts. (more…)