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When I was 17 years old (1976) in British Honduras (now known as Belize) I saw a smallish boat getting ready to go out from a dock with dive gear on it (very ly, beat up dive gear, just north of the 'horse collar'). I asked the guy, how much, and he asked me if I knew how to dive. I said sure I did. After paying him the $10 or whatever it was, off we went, and I watched the three other people put their stuff together and copied what they did. After a few false starts, I got it all together. Then it was time for the weight belts, and one of the guys on the boat (who got his weights right before me) weighed about 800 lbs. (exaggeration) and took 32 lbs. I figured I weighed less than half he did, but wanted to make sure I could sink, so I asked for 16 lbs. (no wet suit, and I weighed about 160 lbs. soaking wet). The boat guy asked me if I was sure I knew what I was doing, and I was like, I always use 16 lbs. So he just gave it to me. Needless to say, when I jumped in the water I went straght down into 40 feet of water like a rock (since I didn't know anything about putting air in the bc and whatever else). I am grateful we weren't at the blue hole and that my eardrums didn't blow out (but they hurt). So, my first dive ever I learned how to take weights off my weight belt at 40 feet, and swim them back up to the boat a couple at a time, and then went down and got a couple more. By the end of that, I was swimming all over the place, and fell in love. Anyway, that guy knew I didn't know what I was doing, and that's why we jumped out in 40 feet of water instead of over the wall. I learned a valuable lesson, then got some free dive lessons over the next couple days and was on my way...didn't get certified for many years (until I wanted to become an instructor) but dove and dove and dove anyway all over the world. Funny...I guess it was irresponsible for him to do that, but this is the way things used to be (throw him in, he'll learn to swim...or not)...
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