After reading the title of this article, I know what you must be thinking… What the hell is this guy smoking? But believe it or not, for a solid twenty minutes or so, I geniuinely thought I was “the Whale God”.
So this story takes place when I was 9 years old, during the summer of 2005. My family and I were at a cabin owned by my grandparents where there is a private beach on the lake that we had access to. One of the key factors to this story is that to get to the beach from the cabin you have to go down a very large hill. So naturally, my sisters and I were going up and down the hill multiple times each day.
Well one day, after lunch