jellyfish

When I was ten years old, my sister and I were at the beach (she’s 3 years younger). The tide came in one morning bringing a huge number of jellyfish close to the shore. My sister and I were wading through the water, being extra careful to avoid all of the jellyfish floating around. Along comes a teen-aged girl, maybe 14 or fifteen. She points down at the jellyfish my sister and I were looking at.

“That’s a big one!” she exclaims.

I look up and immediately see that one of her beautiful orbs has worked its way completely free of her bikini top.

“It certainly is” I reply.