The first time I went diving, I was nervous.
My dad and I had gone to a family getaway and was worried I might have a bad reaction.
It was the first time in our lives we went diving in the middle of the night.
After getting my first breath of air and the first bite of a shark, I felt good and decided to dive.
I did my best to calm down, and I was able to keep my head in my helmet.
But when I got to the water, I noticed something that really bothered me: My face was sore.
My mask had been glued together.
I couldn’t breathe in the cold.
It wasn’t until a couple days later that I noticed that I wasn’t wearing a helmet, either.
My dad told me that if I got a cold, I would have to have my mask replaced.
It was only after I had the mask removed that I realized I didn’t need to worry about that.
When I started to feel better, I went to the doctor and was told that the mask would be replaced in a week or two.
I decided to go back to the dive shop, and they told me they would replace it for free.
I felt so bad that I asked my dad why I had to pay.
He explained that I was going to lose my mask because my dad had to go to work.
That was a lot of pressure for a dad, and he had to make sure that I didn