There I was, about ten feet from the surface and life sustaining air. Unfortunately there was a threatening peril between it and me. If I was to make it to the surface I would have to fight. My adversary awaited the confrontation with a confidence that I found distressing. This was going to get ugly. . . . . . . . What?. . .Well, yea, I was inside a glass tunnel. .whats your point?
We saw many things that we later probably had for dinner.
I love Aquariums. I never grew up.
