Snorkelling has been a huge part of my life. I had my first try at 6 years old and was hooked. I got seriously into it when I got a car and could get to the good places. When I was 30 I joined a Scuba Club and got my basic certification with them, and promptly got myself entered in their safety book for going down past the 60 ft limit for new divers. They had to overturn this as I didn't have an air tank, just breath hold.
I used to regularly breath hold to 80+ feet and late in life became a snorkel instructor, taking groups of school kids on educational tours. I built a house close to my favourite dive sites and ran a scuba club from home, for decades, taking divers out on my boat, Freediver. I spent thousands of hours underwater, taking photos and video, and it led me to contributing to books, magazines and documentaries.
Perhaps the pinnacle of my snorkelling came when swimming with whales at home and around the world. I made friends with a mother and calf Humpback in Tonga, and the calf would play with me.
Transition bought an unusual problem. As my breast buds developed, I experienced pain when descending. I had to cease diving for a couple of years until my development slowed. At times, when my E levels dropped, I could dive without pain, but when they rose, I had pain again. As I was very well known in my dive community, I had to come out to hundreds of people. Their support and acceptance was incredible. After coming out, I was voted in as Vice President of my dive club, and charter boat owners gave me free dives on their boats. Now I'm in my 70's my activity has slowed with age related health issues, but I still get out for a scuba dive or snorkel a few times a year, and I taught my grandkids to snorkel so we can enjoy my local reefs. As a matter of fact, we went snorkelling yesterday!
Hugs,
Allie