Dam I'm jealous of you early starters. I grew up on Lake Huron. Snorkeled, sailed, swam in it until I was blue. Then I hauled myself out and flopped on the scorching sand...I was in heaven and didn't realize it. Would wake up at 5:30am and run down stairs to catch Loyd Bridges on the old B&W Zenith.
At 17 I was living on my own, working, and finishing High School...no time...no money. At 18 I started sailing on the Lake Freighters, lotsa money, lotsa of time. When I had time, the lake was frozen. When I had money, I was never in the same port for more than 12 hours. Then I started my own business to get off the Lakes and have a family...no time, no money again.
My Mother died and the reality of life settled in and I DID it. Now diving for 12 years and am going to enjoy it for as long as I can.