I always feared the depth of water! I can’t think of a moment were water was something that I might feel excited for. I notice massive joy and excitement of people I know for scuba diving, swimming or trying new water activities. It was always fun to watch the enthusiasm for floating, diving and simply jumping of an edge to finally dip themselves in the ice cold water! People always ask me the standard question; how come you can’t stand the water?! My answers were always the same I don’t like it, it doesn’t interest me, I prefer other hobbies..until last summer I decided to simply answer..”I’m not a fish” and laugh right after! I never felt eager for exploding my real thoughts and emotions towards water for people. I never said that I can’t throw myself under water and go find Nemo, never told the tremendous fear I have for holding my breath for enough time for the water to slide against my skin, never been able to imagine going under for the full darkened silence nor the notion of accepting the pressure of the atmosphere below surface. My first and last experience started and ended in the ocean few years back when I finally agreed to break the ice and join the troop for a water cruise. It only took the gravity seconds to throw me in deep without notice. Ever since, my thoughts for that scene are completely blanked from emotions and memory.
I guess after a try I prefer aging with one fear and breaking down others.