I guess the story actually has to start maybe back in the the 1960s, when I was seven or eight years old, watching Jacques Cousteau documentaries on the living room floor with my mask and flippers on.
我想，这个故事 也许应该从1960年开始说起， 当我七八岁的时候， 在客厅的地板上看着雅克·库斯托的纪录片, 当时还带着潜水面镜和脚蹼呢。