South Dakotans and Sharks.
I was sitting in the sand, on the Isle of Palms, complaining about my dry sandwich. I had just finished boogie-boarding some "gnarly waves" and my eight-year-old self was wiped out, literally and figuratively. Then, out of nowhere, my dad ran towards my mom and I with an obvious look of shock on his face. My six-year-old sister, Beth, was close behind, dragging a boogie board in her wake. She was almost in tears. "What happened?" my mom and I asked, practically in unison.
