My dad getting killed

Rickety bridges that my father always drove over

Other kids.

Mostly, things related to what I heard in church. That being [b]saved[/b] or burning in hell forever thing, sounded pretty iffy to me. Like if the people I loved didn't get it just [i]right[/i], that might happen to them. I was scared of what would happen to the animals I loved, if Jesus came back and all the saved people ascended up to heaven.

I was also afraid of war, and being alone in my bed in the dark.

Really old people especially ladies. They creeped me out especially this old lady who lived a few doors down from me. She was huge, scary looking and had big frizzy hair.

I was actually afraid of big dogs when I was small.

Dark and thunder. Now I love them both.

I was also afraid of my aunt's couch for awhile. I touched it once and something cut my finger. Mom said "there must've been something in it" and now-me knows she meant there must've been a needle or something, but little-me thought she meant there was something living inside the couch and it bit me. So, I wouldn't go near it for months.

For some reason, I was afraid that something might happen to my father and that he might not come home.
As it turned out, he lived until I was almost 40 years old....and he always came home (though sometimes late, after I was in bed).

The fire sirens from the fire department. It would be the still of the night. Windows open for the night breeze, when a block away the sire would go off: [b][big]BWAAAAAAAAAA!!![/big][/b] And then cycle 8 times. It must have been like 300 decibels loud, left me paralyzed in bed every time. In a day and age of pagers, cell phones and radios I would always ask, “What. The. Fuck!?” I doubt if that shit was really necessary. And yet, there it was.

Bees, they had a tendency to sting me. Especially when I panicked and flapped my arms around and yelled “A Bee! A Bee!”

I guess ladders. I still will not go up one

Everything, mostly men

Illogical angry people that couldn't be reasoned with.

Knives, fire, heights, my dad, and the fear of losing my mom.

Harry and the Hendersons

Guns. In fact, I am still scared of them.

I was fearless.
I made many trips to the er.

Nuclear Weapons

My abusive narcissistic mother.

Just about everything. Even the sound of the toilet flushing had me running for my bed. Of course I'd take a giant leap so a monster wouldn't grab my legs.

I had that same problem in elementary school. I was so afraid of them thay I literally held my hands over my ears when we went on a field trip to a fire station.

Fire whistles really bother me. Especially if they're going off near me. I think I died in another life listening to its sound.

Woods/forests i found them creepy as a lil kid. also one time when i was like 5 i mistook a fox for a wolf n thought it was gonna eat me.

I was terrified of toasters, no fucking clue why though, genuinely the most embarrassing thing about me.

Vacuums, adults, school, my mom, big slides and merry go rounds, doing things wrong.

riding in a truck as a child with dad [image deleted]pulling a house trailer 30 ft long. over this.

A bigger kid 😂
I feared nothing but my bully for a while

Seeds. I thought swallowing them would make me a tree.

I was scared of spiders.
I was sure they were out to get me.

Big dogs - didn’t overcome the fear until I was 48/49

Tornadoes!!! Absolutely terrified

Spiders and the dark.

Badguy under bed

The chucky doll

for some it would be . [image deleted]

Toilets

Spiders

Hand shadows

The dark

The shorter list would be what I wasn't afraid of

oh yeah the water at the beach

Height and the dark in my room

Dogs

Driving on gravel roads

Stepping on heroin syringes on the street when visiting my grandparents in NYC

Heights. I'm still not crazy about them now tbh 😂

Report card day