What was your greatest fear as a kid?

Falling over a cliff, I did that many times in my dreams.


LOL....I used to dream of someone being buried under the front stoop of our house.....No reason for it.

Many years later when my parents did a remodel and added a full sized front porch I was there looking around when they tore the stoop out.....I must have been 40-odd by then. ;)
 
Say when you were 10-12 years old?

I was asked that question and being a pretty fearless outdoor type of kid about all I could think of was when mom said "just wait till your father gets home" after I messed-up.

It was usually a hollow threat....But sometimes it wasn't. ;)


Mom never said that carelessly. If she said it....bad things were going to happen when Dad got home.
 
My greatest fear was something bad was going to happen to my parents. I had separation anxiety when they were at work and I’d be home waiting for them.
 
Death, hospitals and helicopters, and actually the fear of hospitals was just an extention of the fear of death. In my mind, if you go to the hospital, you're gonna die.

I wasn't really afraid of helicopters, but every time I heard one in the distance, it sent a shiver down my spine and feeling of dread, especially a Chinook........so I guess you could call it a fear. And only in the last 10 years or so, that sound doesn't bother me nearly as much.
 
Failure and humiliation.

In sports and school, it was quite a driver.
 
Well, my dad was a lot more even tempered than my mom.

Usually by the time he got home she had calmed down a bit.

Hell, my dad could put me in my place with a stern look. ;)
If my dad caught us doing something....and we could get to our mom (and wrap our arms around her legs and beg)....we might get pardoned.

If we could not get to her before he got us......well, sitting was a little uncomfortable for a while. :spank:
 
I can relate, my 3rd grade teacher terrified us with the duck and cover under our desks---like that would help. LOL
I was living in Fort Lauderdale during the Cuban Missile Crisis and I remember thinking, "How stupid do you think I am that a desk will save me from a nuclear bomb?" :laughing0301:
 
I was living in Fort Lauderdale during the Cuban Missile Crisis and I remember thinking, "How stupid do you think I am that a desk will save me from a nuclear bomb?" :laughing0301:
I was in 4th grade during that time and the sentiment of nearly everyone was "Gimme a gun and we'll go fight that commie." LOL, dumb kids.
 
Death, hospitals and helicopters, and actually the fear of hospitals was just an extention of the fear of death. In my mind, if you go to the hospital, you're gonna die.

I wasn't really afraid of helicopters, but every time I heard one in the distance, it sent a shiver down my spine and feeling of dread, especially a Chinook........so I guess you could call it a fear. And only in the last 10 years or so, that sound doesn't bother me nearly as much.

You would literally die where I live. I often open the back and front doors at the same time so they can fly through!
 
I was living in Fort Lauderdale during the Cuban Missile Crisis and I remember thinking, "How stupid do you think I am that a desk will save me from a nuclear bomb?" :laughing0301:
As I learned about radiation as a kid, I thought the same thing and told my teacher that in front of the class (basically said that if we needed protection from the blast cloud we would all be irradiated and die slow painful deaths). 3rd grade girls cried at the idea and my principle spanked my butt for being so imprudent. He never asked me if I changed my mind (despite his ignorant statements) for which I was grateful, because he'd have been beating me all day.

When my parents got that call, they didn't really get after me. They were the ones who explained radiation to me, so they probably decided to not educate me anymore on certain matters.
 
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You would literally die where I live. I often open the back and front doors at the same time so they can fly through!

Nah, I live not too far from the base and hear them all the time. Can even hear when soldiers do field training. It doesn't bother me anymore, or atleast not like it used too. There's been a few times a couple of Chinooks tried reroof my house. The new ones don't sound anything like the old ones did. Rattle your bones to your toes
 
That's a one huge door!!!
The door is only big enough for the Chinooks. The Chair Force's C-17s fly over at about 200 feet on a regular basis too! Other helos fly between the houses.

We are used to it. In Virginia we lived off the runway for a Navy auxiliary landing field, in Florida with three air stations in town and a general aviation airport with the Army National Guard nearby, in Kentucky outside Fort Knox, and now just southeast of Fort Campbell in Tennessee.
 
The door is only big enough for the Chinooks. The Chair Force's C-17s fly over at about 200 feet on a regular basis too! Other helos fly between the houses.

We are used to it. In Virginia we lived off the runway for a Navy auxiliary landing field, in Florida with three air stations in town and a general aviation airport with the Army National Guard nearby, in Kentucky outside Fort Knox, and now just southeast of Fort Campbell in Tennessee.

I'm just glad I wasn't your kid....or I would have had a heart attack at a young age living that close to so many bases
 
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