Wow, there are some great stories here. I grew up in sunny, Tampa/St. Petersburg area of Florida and made a trip nearly every year to Key West for lobster season. We would stay within snorkeling depth to get the lobster and I even got to watch a 4 foot long bonnet-head shark eat a lobster my step-dad and I had just released (I was 15 when that happened)! My step-dad used to co-own a dive shop in Florida and was a PADI instructor for years, and was the aquatics director at Saint Petersburg Junior College. However, he had to stop teaching aquatics and scuba diving due to some skin cancer showing up, and he didn't maintain his instructor status when I was old enough to learn. I had always wanted to scuba dive, and my Marine Biology classes in high school confirmed that. However, I kept saying, "I live in Florida, I can get certified whenever I want to," and never did. To fast-forward a few years, I then started college and was in ROTC, got my commission in the Army, and found myself stationed in Huntsville, Alabama. I then found there are three large dive shops in land-locked Huntsville, signed up and finally got certified at the rock quarry. As fate would have it, I got picked up by CENTCOM for a 6-month assignment in Tampa and am getting in some spring diving waiting for the gulf to warm back up to do some sharks tooth hunting in Venice Beach.