The experience of drowning as a child came alive while on holiday in Iceland. Lost memories came flooding back as high tides began moving aggressively forward, disappearing the black sand shoreline into a cold waterworld. The flashbacks felt like lightening bolts, convulsing my body back to that fire and ice sensation of terror. It was violently visceral. I was haunted by the realization that the trauma had lived more alive inside my body than I had ever been consciously aware. I renegotiated the trauma on the shorelines of Vik, Iceland. What a haunting realization...that I had normalized such primal terror.