My husband had to convince me to dive. For years he talked about it, and the only word out of my mouth was "no". Then, in 2005, on a camping trip to Ginnie Springs, he signed us up for a discovery dive. I could not clear my mask, it took 28 lbs of weight to sink me, and I was freezing dispite the 5mil wetsuit. I told him to drop it, I did not want to dive anymore. He didn't let up. We went snorkeling in the Keys and I had an OK time, but every time he brought up getting certified all I could think of was the discovery dive at Ginnie. Finally, I gave in. I figured I would go through the class just to shut him up and never have to dive again. Fast forward 3+ years later: I now have 6 tanks including doubles, 4 wetsuits, 2 dive skins, 2 sets of regs, 2 BP/W's, a BC, countless masks, fins and booties, ect... (and thats just my stuff!)