When I was four years old, I was swimming in the ocean. The tide was very low and I slid down the slushy ocean floor, and went deep over my head. I tried to gasp for air but I couldn't, I was submerged under water. I began choking on the salty water, desperately trying to poke my head out of the water. Just after I swallowed a large gulp of dirty and salty water, I felt something role across my feet. I pulled myself out of the water and gazed down at the murky colors. It was a jellyfish! That poor dear. I picked it up and tossed it farther out into the ocean. 

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Ever since that experience, I have dedicated my life to researching jellyfish to find out why they all travel to the shore. It turned out to be because of the tide and the waves, pushing it to land. This happens because of the moon, and I'm still trying to figure out how to remove the moon from our solar system so we can keep the tides trustworthy for the jellyfish. 

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In the meantime, I am spending my years creating this movement and learning as much as I can about jellyfish and what they need to survive. This is my purpose in life, and I am proud to share it.