Growing up there was a park near my house right on Lake Erie. As gross as the lake can be, it also provided hours of fun and entertainment.
I would go with my friends and dig around in the sand, climb on the rocks, play on the playground, and schtuff. One particular day my friends and I found a HUGE smelly dead fish washed up on the beach. We decided we’d do the right thing and bury it in the sand.
Hey, I never said I always made smart information-based decisions (plus, I was like 10). I felt pretty awesome once we got it buried, though.