#317 – Fin

The first few hundred times I went swimming was in a pool. Kiddie pools in the yard, the public pool down the road or the pool at the hotel. It was such a different experience the first time we went to a beach. “There are things swimming around in the water other than people! Something touched my leg! Aaaaaa!”

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13 thoughts on “#317 – Fin”

  1. I learned to swim in a lake; this was good for the swimming, bad for the constant paranoia that I was going to run into a dead fish if I went underwater.

    Then there was the day there were a bunch of dead fish…all in all, it’s amazing I still like swimming at all, now that I think of it.

  2. pedrosorio9 says:

    Am I the only one who finds the smile in the swimmer’s face on the last panel slightly disturbing?

    1. Library Lady says:

      Ignorance really is bliss. If he turned around I doubt he’d be smiling.

  3. Chris says:

    What about the smile on the shark?

    1. das-g says:

      Which one?

    2. Wizard says:

      Yeah, that’s the part that was worrying me. It’s carcharodon comedienensis, the dreaded practical joker shark!

  4. kingklash says:

    I don’t actually swim. More like prolonging drowning enough to get rescued.

  5. Justin says:

    Just finished a vacation in Florida, in which we went snorkeling. I was the only one that saw the shark.

  6. Chris K says:

    Ah.. the ol’ double fake out.

  7. Falos says:

    Ahhhhahahaha. Humans.

  8. Istas says:

    I grew up accustomed to an in-ground pool with a liner, and swimming at the beach. The sand was nice and regular but I was definitely freaked out if anything touched my feet or legs.

    Now I live near a lake, and am rarely willing to swim in it due to how much icky stuff there is for my feet to encounter.

  9. Freezie43110 says:

    I grew up watching Animal Planet(back when it wasn’t flooded with “reality shows”), so I’ve never been able to swim, knowing what lives in there.

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