Absolutely, grew up swimming in the ocean and have never stopped. Never been really scared except:
1)seeing my first shark(a blue) while diving with my older brother, literally stopped breathing whoch made the shark curious and my brother laugh at me to this day. He calmly swam over and pulled my mask off and that settled me down I guess or rather concentrating on something else and I started breathing again. Shark swam off. 2) Bodysurfing in Mazatlan during high wave and high jellyfish warnings. Was loving life as I basically had the whole place to myself as most every sane person was on shore. Big set comes in and I'm swimming my arse off to go out and meet it. Diving under 8-9 footers can take its toll and they kept coming and I kept swimming and diving under them and now figuring I just need to catch one last one so I could get myself back in safely. Just about climbing these puppies now, but in position to actually take off on one and make it to shore. Now I'm a very strong swimmer, but also dead tired by now and take off late thus going over the falls and into the washing machine of a large f'r. Last thing I remember is my brother saying get to the bottom and hold on by digging your fingers in the sand(there is six to eight inces of calm water right at the bottom in all sized waves, it is getting there that can be troublesome at times). Well I get to the bottom and dig like h@ll and then start to surface. Just then a half of a big jellyfish gets wrapped around my upper arm and neck. so I'm sort of now standing/crawling in the washout of some big friggin' waves thrashing around trying to get this stinging mf'r off me and not drown at the same time. Couldn't get the thing off me and I could see bright purple welts on my arm and hands from grabbing the slimey sheet off me, so I dive head first towards the shore on the next whitewater that crashes my way and don't lift my head until I'm in knee deep water. I'm now screaming and yelling to people to get this off me. No one will so I walk to my towell and wrap the towell around my hand and start to peel this biatch off. By now the medical staff from the resort have been called and are on their way down to the beach. I get this thing off me and have HUGH spiral welts around my neck and down my arms like a bad Mike Tyson tat. I start to put wet sand on them to ease the pain. Meds come down there and take me to the clinic. F$CK I'm in pain!! Dr. says he can give salve and pills, or a shot for the pain. I told him all three. He says bueno. Thirty seconds after the shot I felt ZERO pain at all. ZERO!! It also kept me up all night and I drank like a fish and felt nothing. Atill don't know what wasin that syringe, but it sure worked. Next day the welts where down and to a light blue reddish hugh and fairly painless. So.... I went at it again. Gringo Loco. 3) Diving in Belize having the time off my life in 70ft clarity and sealife galore. All off a sudden and I mean sudden the biggest meanest looking Barracuda comes vitually out of nowhere and is intent on biting my dive partner. My buddy is flippin' out and pissing his air fast at 30ft. Cuda for some reason got tired of this dance and left as fast as it came. I did not dive for two days after that. Opraher was mean and ugly with major tude to go with. All in all the calmer more level headed you can stay in our Mother Ocean during stress the better. We are some pretty big fishes ourselves if you think about it and with much larger brains than most others swimming with us.