Last week on a trip to Bonaire i happened to notice that on May 29th it will be my 40 anniversary of starting my diving adventures. I thought about how it all came about. At the know it all stage of 19 i worked at a fast food place that happened to be next to a dive shop. On my breaks i would go in, look at the equipment and listen to their stories. I was intrigued and signed up for training. I loved it and bought all my equipment, I was state of the art, even sprung for a horse collar bc with a new power inflator ( it did have a co2 cartridge for emergency and a very uncomfortable crotch strap). I dove fresh water every chance I got, even bauxite pits just to enjoy diving. Made the mistake of going on a trip to Cayman Brad after a few year's........never dove fresh water again. Met my future wife, told her if she would get certified i would take her to Brac. At that time it was like Little Cayman is now, a deserted islsnd. To!d my mom if I could live with her for a week there and not kill her i would marry her. I didnt and we did. This year we will have been married 30 years, we just got back from Bonaire and will take an anniversary trip to Raja Ampat. Let's hear your story of how you came to love diving. B