Half Way Egg - Day 15 of 30

When we were really little kids, 'bout 3,4,5 and 6 respectively, before my brother Ben was born, our Dad would have us sit in the kitchen stools while our mom made breakfast and we had to hatch the eggs.  Each of us would bounce up and down going "Peep, Peep" and magically dad would pull out an egg from under us until there were enough to cook for breakfast.  I was amazed.  I am easily amazed.

Sometime during that same childhood, one of my brothers told me that the East Coast Ocean (the Atlantic) was salt water and the West Coast was fresh water.  Imagine my boyfriends amazement as I expressed shock the first time we were in the Pacific Ocean and it was salty   "What happened?"  I said with great disappointment.  I was so looking forward to a crisp fresh water swim after several days of camping our way across the country.

Somehow I imagined a great big filter in the middle of the two oceans that made this whole process possible.  I was in my 40's when I realized the truth.  I am pretty gullible.

This has nothing to do with my 15th egg painting, but I figured you were tired of hearing about the process so I am unscrambling a little bit about what makes me me!