"Isn't the beach where the sharks are?" I'd ask my mom scared to death. I made her promise about a million times that they were far off and they couldn't reach in the shallow water. I shot back "then how'd they eat the girl's arm?" she said that she was a surfer and sometimes sharks get lost. Well to that I just about lost my mind "well what if they lost their way?". But eventually slowly I started getting better at going to the beach. But just to be sure I'd put my parents facing that way so the shark would get them. (Hey! No chance I'm letting it get me!). That's the shark traumatic experience. Tell me if you'd like to hear about the color pink traumatic experience. That was another movie I probably should not have watched so young!!!Blame it on my grandparents for ruining my favorite color :)