While visiting the Jersey shore my mother would always take us for walks on the beach. She would always tell me to stay close to her as I was a hyper active child.. At 5 or 6 years old I didn't understand why and after 30 seconds or so I would once again run ahead to see what I could find or discover. Imagine my good fortune when I got just out of ear shot and discovered an old Army helmet buried in the sand. I yelled back to mom but she couldn't hear me because the wind was blowing so hard.

 I was so excited, I decided not to wait for her but decided instead to pick it up and carry it back to her. I grabbed the outside of the helmet and turned it over to empty the sand out of it and all these legs started moving and a tail shot out the back. I had never seen anything so ugly in my life and was in total horrified shock screaming as loud as I could. Mom came running and when she saw what it was and I told her I thought it was an Army Helmet she laughed 'til she wet herself. I didn't stray very far away from her for the rest of the summer.

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