The idea of scuba diving has always intrigued me. It’s was one of those bucket list items I thought would be great to try once, just to say I did it. But the truth is, scuba diving is not something you can say you’ve tried if you’ve only been once or twice. I’ve always loved the ocean. Marine life of all shapes and sizes piqued my interest. But for some reason, I was also slightly terrified of it as a kid and that fear followed me into adulthood. So when the
opportunity to finally give it a shot came about, naturally all I could think about were the sea monsters below the surface waiting to get me. Instead of focusing on how amazing it was that my first ever dive was in the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, I focused all of my energy on how much I did not want to see a shark. All I could think about after both feet were safely back on the boat was how lucky I was to be in one piece and that while it was an amazing
experience, I probably couldn’t bring myself to try it again. Why take the risk? By the way, about that shark I didn't want to see; I saw him and he saw me and I was shocked at how quickly he wanted to get away from us.
