I saw Jaws in the theater when I was 10. Scared the shit out of me, and I had nightmares about sharks for weeks/months afterward. Never got over it. Hell, I don't even like to swim in any body of water where I don't know what else is in it. A fish, or snake, or something brushed against my leg when I was swimming in a small lake in Missouri once, and I shot out of the water so fast that I probably would have beaten Michael Phelps.
I was in the Navy, on a ship, and have been to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. I can count on one hand the number of times I've swam in the ocean, and the last time was at Paradise Island in 1986.
So no, even if I wasn't old and fat (and a fairly crappy swimmer even when I was young and thin), I wouldn't even consider scuba diving.
****. That.
And DAMN YOU SPIELBERG!
