05 June 2003 -
9:28 a.m.
I remember being afraid to go to the beach when I was little because a seagull might poop on me.
My mother consoled me and said that it probably wouldn't happen.
So we went to the beach.
We were swooped down upon by a flock of seagulls.
I ran.
I was not hit by seagull poop.
My mother, however, was splattered with the stuff.
She thought it was really funny.
She bore no permanent effects of the attack.
After that day, I was no longer afraid to go to the beach.
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