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Ever since I was little girl, I heard epic tales of my Dad swimming with whales in Australia or sitting in cockpits of planes sixty feet (AKA 20 meters) under the water. I received my Open Water certification at the earliest age that I could, thirteen years old.  This is me on our dive in Thailand. Kevin was certified in a cold quarry in the middle of October (and experienced extreme vertigo) in order to prepare for diving on our honey moon. It was basically an ultimatum to marrying me, but nonetheless he now shares a similar enthusiasm for diving.
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