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I think I was like 14 and had been forced upon a boat full of 20 and 30 somethings, girls and guys. They dropped me of in some pretty deep water, only like a hundred feet, and told me that when I came up to swim over to the boat, that they would be "right over there" and down I went and away they went. You know, thinking back, I am not sure really how much actual diving they were planning on engaging in. I used my air up, sucked my tank flat and surfaced. Hmmm, I don't see any boat right over there or over there or anywhere else. Finally a wave lifted me up high enough to see the boat, like, I dunno, a mile away or maybe I was only a few hundred yards, dunno. I started swimming, now this was before there was a such thing as a BC and I was getting a bit water logged, at some point I started sinking, I would fight to the top, gulp water, put one finger, then two, then three until I found myself exhausted. At that point I dropped my weight belt and the good old 1/4 inch Rubatex suit lifted me upward. In a fog I somehow swam, floated, drifted, dog paddled up to the boat. At which point, hey kid, where ya been? where is your weight belt, aw, GD-------!!!!**** he lost his weight belt. Kid, what the h----- is the matter with you, those things cost money, what, you think it grows on trees? Some "girl" flipped her nose up at me and I don't think I dove anymore that day. I think as it was I got as much bottom time as they did, it was just a dif-----------. That is OK, I told on them. True story, mostly.
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