I remember when I went scuba diving for the first time. It was the summer of 2002. My Dad, his two friends Mark and Bob, and I went on a scuba diving trip to San Carlos, Mexico with a group of scuba divers from June 21st-29th.
It was June 22nd, a beautiful day. The temperature was at about 90 degrees and it was very sunny. I was on big nice scuba diving boat along with the other eight divers on the trip and captain and co-captain. The boat was headed to an island about two hours away called "Seal Island"; it was called that because of all the sea lions that inhabit it. When we arrived at the island the captain stopped and anchored the boat. I immediately jumped in the water and started snorkeling while all the other divers were still on the boat putting on their scuba equipment.
After being in the water for about two minutes wearing only a bikini, I started feeling this stinging sensation all over my body. After about another minute or so the stinging got so bad that I had to get out of the water and back on the boat. When I got on the boat I found that I had welts on every inch of my body that wasn't covered by my bikini. I had been stung a numerous times by a jellyfish. The captain of the boat, Chuey, a Mexican man who couldn't speak English poured this liquid substance all over my body, and immediately made all the stinging go away. I knew then that when I got back in the water I would have to wear a wetsuit.
A little while later, after I recovered from the jellyfish stings, I put on my wetsuit, weight vest, regulator, BC, tank, fins, and mask, all the equipment essential for scuba diving. I was pretty nervous about going down, so the instructor, a man named Punk Potter (really that's his name) went over all the steps equalizing, breathing, and reassured me everything is going to be okay and to just relax.
Finally, after lots of reassuring and encouragement I jumped in the water. The instructor went down with me. We took it