I guess I have to give you the longer version of the story I told on the first session of OW lessons.
My diving career started when at my 6th birthday we moved into a house that instead of a shower had a bathtub. Since then my mother was worried Id grow scales. Summers were short above Arctic Circle, so prior to that she hadnt had to worry about my fascination with water - but now I spent all the long winter nights in the tub, submerged competing in breath holding with my plastic figures (just imagine my disappointment when the instructor informed me that my breath holding skills would not be much good during scuba training!)
Now what comes to real scuba, I got started late. I never saw a scuba diver where I come from. They probably worried drifting over to the Soviet Union side yes it was called that during my childhood, probably more than freezing their buns off under the ice that chilled the lakes/rivers longer periods than nowadays. Then I went off to study and got involved in other (cheaper) sports, then moved around the world a bit too much to settle on too many new hobbies, and finally found some more frigid waters in upstate NY this year to start scuba lessons when knocking on forty.
It was a long time waiting. If only we had more than one channel on the telly (rest of the country got 2, we were too far north to count for the second one) when I grew up! Maybe then Id been exposed to something cool and realistic a bit earlier because the interest was always there. I think I was born too late for the Jacques/Sea Hunt, the first rounds were already over, and the nostalgia for reruns (rare when you only have 2 channels!) wasnt there yet.