Were I more famous, these would almost be like the kind that the paparazzi would sell to the magazines, with a headline about my lack of coordination or some knock about how what looks like abs from a distance are really the early beginnings of my later-in-life rolls of fat (seen more clearly as such if you zoom in).
Since I'm not more famous (even though I do have a blog and I pretend that people care on a weekly basis about what I was doing twenty years ago -- and I have those giant sunglasses on like I'm trying to hide from my public), I'll just have to be grateful that a fellow vacationer was shore-side and captured my moment. Interesting fact (maybe -- well, to me anyway) is that I did not know then (and I do not know now) how to swim. That fact never kept me from the water, though, as I do love to spend hours in it whenever on vacation. It does explain the desperation slightly visible in my face after I've fallen in (in the second photo) as I was clearly attempting to make sure I did not lose my grip on the gator floatie.
Oh to be 21 again. Where has all the time gone (and my hair ... and my general skinniness ...)?
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