I went surfing in L.A. with a would-be film producer, and every second I was out there I was totally convinced I was about to be taken by a hunter from the deep. No matter how often you tell yourself how unlikely it is, you know damn well it is always, always possible.
Just thinking about being in the ocean, especially isolated in deep blue water, makes it hard to breath. (Notice, please, that my fear didn't stop me from surfing. It was a huge thrill)
But don't try and tell me you aren't afraid of sharks.