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> When I was a teenager, my stepfather, his brother, and his grown kids went in together and rented a yacht to take the family (about ten or twelve of us all told) scuba diving in the Virgin Islands. I don't even have words to describe how beautiful that experience was. Snorkeling off the shore, or diving to a shipwreck, it was all just incredible. I pray that I'll have a chance to do it again sometime.
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> Except the next time I'll bring a spray-can of "Jellyfish-B-Gone". :-)
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> Iss "God's wonderful oaf" achar

I was so jealous, though, because my brother, my father and I went body-diving togther and Dad whacked his knee on some brain coral. He had an imprint for weeks. We all thought it was cool, and I wanted one. Of course, though I was a rather common sensically challenged young child, I didn't think of going back and whapping MY knee on the coral. Well, at 7, I probably didn't have the strength to make a good impression, anyway.