Scuba Diving – A Logical Destination For Youthful Aquatic Adventurers
When you were young did you dream of someday becoming a scuba diver? If you did, do you remember what events set those dreams off in your mind? I remember what did it for me, but I can’t pinpoint the year underwater adventure became a goal for me.
When you were young did you dream of someday becoming a scuba diver? If you did, do you remember what events set those scuba diving dreams off in your mind?
I remember what did it for me, but I can’t pinpoint the year underwater adventure became a goal for me.
I found an intense fascination with the TV show Sea Hunt (originally aired from 1958 to 1961). Each week I anchored my behind in front of the television to watch Mike Nelson get his air hose sliced by someone, or something, in almost every episode, and somehow manage to survive. I sat trance-like as he battled the bad guys; rescue people trapped underwater, and salvaged all sorts of stuff from the ocean’s depths.
That started my fascination with the water, but life’s events fed my desire to dive until it became intense for me.
My next water venture was learning how to swim, and then spending every possible moment in a swimming pool during my summers.
One summer I spent almost every day at the local pool. I taught myself dives and flips from the diving boards, and swam so much that my hair turned green from all the chlorine. I don’t remember now if I was proud or embarrassed by that.
I migrated to salt water activities as a high school senior when my Father’s company assigned him to a position in Florida.
Heading to the beach every free opportunity I played in the waves, slicing into them, and body surfing for hours. I got the worst sunburn of my life one weekend as I played in the saltwater all Saturday, slept on the beach that night, and swam my way to Sunday evening.
My face was all blister Monday morning, and I suffered with that burn for a week before the pain finally started fading. Still I remember that weekend fondly for the fun I enjoyed, in spite of the burn.
My first snorkel experience happened in the Bay of Siam, Thailand, not long after graduating from high school. Another transfer by my Father’s company resulted in a travel invitation I couldn’t resist.
We spent a day cruising around the bay in a boat with a glass section in the bottom for observing the sea life underneath. The colors and coral held my attention as we navigated around that day.
But even more thrilling was getting into the water, and a little closer to that aquatic environment.
We had snorkel gear along to float along the surface, watch the fish, and observe their antics. I didn’t float much that day though. Quick as I could fill my lungs I dove, swimming in and around the coral studying it as long as my air-filled chest allowed before heading back to the surface for another breath.
I don’t know why, but the one thing that I remember most about that snorkeling adventure is the brain coral. Apparently it impressed me, though I can’t explain why. That coral had no color other than gray. The only thing that enters my mind when I think about that is something about the way the coral resembled a brain struck a lifetime nerve inside.
Later I finally certified for open water scuba diver, and continued training to the level of dive master.
I’ve visited some amazing dive spots, and look forward to more in the future.
But when I look back on the events that steered me toward certification for scuba diving, I treasure all those memories perhaps more strongly than any individual dive I ever made.
Funny how activities that seem so simple, and even routine at times, end up among your most treasured memories.
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