Yet another reason I never go out further than knee deep. When DH and I first got married, he would go way far out--like up to his neck. Bear in mind that he grew up inland, and they didn't have a beach that they could run to after work! So he's way out there, and sees a bunch of fins coming toward him. He takes off for the sand, with this bunch of "sharks" hot on his heels. Of course, they caught him and began bumping him with their noses. He walked on water, to get back to me. I was falling on the sand laughing, because he couldn't tell sharks from dolphins! I still laugh thinking about the look on his face, as I was laughing so hard tears were coming down my face. He wanted to know what I thought was so funny about his getting eaten by sharks. Oh, the olden days!