The last time I touched a shark was also the first time I touched a shark. It was at a shark fishing tournament in Florida. I loved sharks. I made lists of all the species after school. I drew them all the time. And then I actually had the chance to touch one in real life. Except it was dead and hanging on a hook. Looking back on it now, this was both the right way and the worst way to approach what I had seen in Jaws as the powerful machines of the deep. But I will never forget touching its skin for the first time, finding it cold, finding smooth one direction and rough the other.