Things you feared as a child

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I 'feared' few things :

- the most get up early (6'30-6'45 aprox.) to go to high-school, Lol, ...

- almost all the insects

- and also vomit, ..

- the streetsweeper... if I was in the front yard, I'd panic and run around the side of the house, jump the gate and hide behind it. There was a tiny hole there I could peep through to make sure it wasn't coming after me or to know when it was gone.

- my sister's dolls... the hard rubber kind with those eyes that 'rolled up into their heads'

- cockroaches... especially when they were in my pants legs and I put them on!

- my mother when she'd get angry (and had a belt or other 'whip' in her hands)

- undressing in front of other boys/men in public places like pools or campground showers

- monsters under the bed or in my closet... I SWEAR!

- creepy old guys who asked me if I wanted to see their hotel rooms

- big barking, growling dogs who could jump fences and chase me to the neighbors door where the neighbor (safely ensconced behind the screen) would calmly say, "Oh don't worry about him. He won't bite."

just to name a few....

Oooooh, I forgot the mirrors!

Even today, mirrors in hotel rooms or someone else's house sorta freak me out.

I have to try and look behind them to make sure someone isn't back there... watching... and waiting...

sometimes I cover them up.

I forgot about that, not having been in a hotel room for a little while.
My daughter saw that movie... Poltergeists, when she was younger and mirrors used to freak her out too.

I went through stages where I'd be terrified of something for a short time, and then get over it like nothing. Stages included fears of:

- Swallowing my tongue (I would bite the tip of it to keep it from "sliding back" or something)
- The shower head (if I stared at it, it looked like it was getting closer to me, so I never wanted
to turn my back on it)
- Sleeping on my back (felt too vulnerable; for awhile I slept propped up on pillows!)
- Mirrors in the dark (still gets me, to this day)

There were others, but those stand out the most in memory. Kind of strange fears, huh? lol

My parents (especially my mom), when coming home from school, and I feared the kids on the way to school.

-My dad was a cop, and for some reason I was afraid of cops. Not to mention when I got lost in Canada, I ran around screaming "Daddy!" instead of "Mommy!"
-Public toilets, and I was so afraid of my friends bathroom that I peed myself.
-Certain dungeons in the Zelda, Ocarina of Time like the Zombies that would jump on you, my older brother beat the game for me, but later on I beat that game 37593875 times, I could describe every detail of that game.
-Loud noises
-My 2nd cousin's dog Zack, he always tackle me.
-Strangers
-My older brother was afraid of the Hulk and my parents would put it on to scare him to bed
-I used to be afraid of the dark and I always kept my door open at night, I got over the fear when I was FORCED to sleep in the dark when I slept over my cousins' house.
-I used to scare myself trying to scare my cousins

But it's funny, because when I was little and when I'd get frightened I would scream in a deep voice and not a high pitch voice like a NORMAL little girl would!! !

I had an irrational fear of going over bridges, i knew how they worked from a mechanical engineering perspective at a very early age but until my early 20's i felt uneasy going over them by any means it didnt stop me doing it but i still felt like Russian roulette. I got the opportunity to go all over the Sydney Harbor bridge (abseiling and restricted access) this helped me to come to terms with it but seeing giant H beams that had been snapped like twigs strangely put things in perspective.

- bumblebees in the yard. i would run screaming inside whenever i saw one and just stand for minutes at the screen door and wait til it was gone. now i like bumblebees.

- the "whistle wind". my childhood bedroom was at the upstairs northeast corner of a 2 story brick building. in the winter, when the wind would blow, it would whistle around that corner and scare the hell out of me. when my dad would come up to take a shower at night (the bathroom was right next door), i'd have him "make the whistle wind stop". it always did.

- the spinning turbine on the roof on the house across the street. one day i was looking out at it, a crow outside cawed really loud. i thought it came from the turbine.

- the comma on the basement window - in our basement, one of the windows had a drop of paint splashed on it that was shaped just like a comma. it was always there and inexplicably scared me.

- one o'clock in the morning. i felt like it was taboo or something to be awake past that time. i associate this time with the sound of a small plane going over, as i grew up next to Midway airport in Chicago and one always seemed to go over at that hour, somehow signalling for me that this is "go to bed time".

- the eyeball in the window - i would dream/fear/hallucinate a large eyeball rising up out of nowhere and peering into my bedroom window.

- and the worst thing ever? THIS:

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the dark, and I still am.

I wouldn't say I have a fear of loud noises so much, as it drives my eardrums nuts.

Going to school...trust me, I couldn't even walk up to the school without being tortured, sadly. And back then, I didn't know the things I know today...so I came off as a braindead idiot. In fact, it was so bad, I became an urban legend where I used to live. Trust me folks..there's being picked on, & there's everybody knowing who you are, whether or not you know them.

Clowns of course; they're just freaky. Even Robin Williams says so.

Skeletons...now I love 'em.

Taxidermized game heads; I mean ya got these heads of animals that were once alive, staring straight at you; FA-REAKY! Ironically, a fear I had back in middle school/high school( prepare yourself for this one): I feared if I closed my eyes in the shower while washing my hair, a deer/moose head would appear over me. Yeah, I'm not kidding.

Yeah, I have the same issue with those spaces on walls.

My mom yelling at me...she was looney toons, so she always did.

My dad and mom divorcing...no they never did, and knowing what I know now, they never would have. But my Dad seemed like the more logical one. As I discovered, he's more logical; doesn't mean he is logical.

Clapping...I don't know why, but it freaked me out.