One year, my family and I drive a very long drive down to Florida in
Naples to see my grandma and all decide to drive even more to Key
West. Sandy also met up with us on this trip, of which I will post
at a later time.

But this particular memory involved a boat outing for a glass bottom
boat.

It sounded like a wonderful idea, so my parents paid for our seat and
we get out to this area where there was tons of beautiful fish and
things. Then the boat stopped and the waves began to control the
boat, sliding it up and down. Within minutes, I exited the room and
"got some fresh air". I was the first person who exited.

Minutes after that, my mom exited and barfed over the edge of the
boat. I simply laid down on the floor and sucked it up.

Sooner later, more and more people we outside catching more air and
spewing more and more. It was disgusting.

The final "survivors" were my grandma Renne and a small child who
enjoyed every minute of it.

There were probably more fish because they all ate the puke, so my
grandma had a great time.

The crew of the ship we overheard in their voices laughing over the
intercom. I am sure they see this thing all the time.

What a waste of money, just to get sick.... but what a memory also.
I know I will never be going on a glassbottom boat again in my life.