Down, down, into the cold water. There’s a splash next to me, so I know Amalia has jumped in next to me. Colorful fish swim by us and Amalia gestures frantically to a camera hanging on her side. I swim over and unhook it, preparing to document our underwater adventure.
My son in law is a scuba diver. He has been teaching my grandsons. It sounds lovely in the warm weather and nice clear seas but not in chilly English waters.
There was scuba gear under the bed. “What’s that for?!” she asked, knowing that they were miles from the nearest water. “Wait until morning,” he said; “It gets kinda foggy around here in the mornings!”
Too deep now. Her prison was without walls, and should have been as soothing as a warm bath. But her pulse was too fast and her fear too real. She’d lost sight of the others. Their black tanks had long disappeared. Panic took hold.
She was smirking. He couldn’t see her face while she dug around the trunk of the sidecar, but he didn’t need to. When she spoke, the smirk had practically been its own letters, punctuation and grammar all in one.
“No, never.”
“Not once. With everything else you’ve done, I would’ve thought for sure…” She finally stood up, holding fins in one hand and a tank in the other. “You’re in for a treat then,” she said. “Gear up. You’re going scuba diving.”
The more you give to life the more you get. I have always had the desire to scuba dive but do I have the skill? Right now, no. However is it a skill I can learn? Absolutely. if you want it go for it. if you want to master it just learn it and practice it. Apply this to ALL of life.
“I can only get into the kiddie-side of the pool and you want me to go scuba diving?” I demanded, my voice rising to a level that could be considered nothing but hysterical.
She held up her hands, the universal sign for no harm. “Look, it’ll be fun. The instructors won’t let you drown, I promise,”
“If you were trying to be reassuring,” I began, glaring up at her. “You failed,” I continued, crossing my arms over my chest. “Horribly,”
Down, down, into the cold water. There’s a splash next to me, so I know Amalia has jumped in next to me. Colorful fish swim by us and Amalia gestures frantically to a camera hanging on her side. I swim over and unhook it, preparing to document our underwater adventure.
My son in law is a scuba diver. He has been teaching my grandsons. It sounds lovely in the warm weather and nice clear seas but not in chilly English waters.
There was scuba gear under the bed. “What’s that for?!” she asked, knowing that they were miles from the nearest water. “Wait until morning,” he said; “It gets kinda foggy around here in the mornings!”
Too deep now. Her prison was without walls, and should have been as soothing as a warm bath. But her pulse was too fast and her fear too real. She’d lost sight of the others. Their black tanks had long disappeared. Panic took hold.
“What, never?” she asked.
She was smirking. He couldn’t see her face while she dug around the trunk of the sidecar, but he didn’t need to. When she spoke, the smirk had practically been its own letters, punctuation and grammar all in one.
“No, never.”
“Not once. With everything else you’ve done, I would’ve thought for sure…” She finally stood up, holding fins in one hand and a tank in the other. “You’re in for a treat then,” she said. “Gear up. You’re going scuba diving.”
There were three things Mindy hated worse than scuba diving: sky diving, public speaking, and apple-juice.
The more you give to life the more you get. I have always had the desire to scuba dive but do I have the skill? Right now, no. However is it a skill I can learn? Absolutely. if you want it go for it. if you want to master it just learn it and practice it. Apply this to ALL of life.
“I can only get into the kiddie-side of the pool and you want me to go scuba diving?” I demanded, my voice rising to a level that could be considered nothing but hysterical.
She held up her hands, the universal sign for no harm. “Look, it’ll be fun. The instructors won’t let you drown, I promise,”
“If you were trying to be reassuring,” I began, glaring up at her. “You failed,” I continued, crossing my arms over my chest. “Horribly,”