I was 12 when my Dad took me to see Jaws. He and I both just about jumped out of our seats when the head dropped down. (Anyone who's seen it know exactly what scene I'm talking about. lol) When I was a kid, I spent every chance I ever had swimming under water in the Gulf. My Dad called me a mermaid. This movie didn't scare me from my beloved aquatic playground. I do, however, have a strange aversion to swimming in lakes. I don't like being out deeper than I can stand, and I don't like underwater plants touching my feet and legs.