Lol, I found that slightly humorous. At any rate, my story of how I came into the world of diving. I live in north central Wisconsin, out in the boondocks. There isn't much to do, but I live on a farm with several small ponds in it. From the time I was little (4 or 5) my parents couldn't keep me out of the water, whether I was in the canoe, or just swimming with the dogs. From there it progressed. My brother started teaching me to free dive and snorkel. The very first lesson came at age 5. He took his mask and snorkel, and threw it into a 10 foot in ground pool. He told me I had to get it back without the use of any gear. I finally got it, after hours of attempts, and after that the rest is history. I started spearfishing at the age of 6. My brother took me out, pulled back the bands for me, and let me shoot my first small bluegill. I would hang onto his weight belt, so i could dive down deep with him, and see all the things that were too deep for me. My brother would eventually get me into scuba diving as well (age of 13) but i would never appreciate it the same way as the raw connection you have with the earth when you are free diving. Right now at the age of 17, my dives are limited to a little less than a minute, if I'm in prime condition. But I'm working hard to get that number up. Hypoxics in the pool, bottom crawls, and even weighted sprints on the bottom. The biggest part is that for me, as a native american, this is more than just hunting, its a reconnection, and a spiritual experience, as I am sure it is for most of us. Re-live the animal you once were. Hey whopperhead, is there a prize for longest explanation of your introduction to the sport?