Sunday, June 6, 2010

Shipwrecked


For many years of my childhood, I wanted nothing more than a metal detector. Luckily, my parents saw that such a gift would strip what little facade of coolness I had, and the detector never materialized.

Growing up, we had a beach place, and I'd watch crazy old men hover over the sand with their metal detectors and sifting pans. Maybe it's why I became an anthropology major in college - I love old stuff.

But finding a shipwreck from the 1600s? That's like 13 year old Megan's dream. And 30 year old Megan. And every Megan in between, if I'm honest.

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