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I'm sure I had many, but one that springs to mind is the old wine cellar my grandfather had built in our yard. By the time I was in my pre-teens, it was no longer maintained, and was just a terrifying unlit hole in the ground with a heavy wood trap door over it. Unfortunately, my mother decided it was a good idea to store our toy overflow down there. Every so often, I would venture down there to find something. And every so often, my older cousin would slam the door shut above me and stand on top of it, leaving me in an ink black dungeon with who-knows-what crawling around me. I would scream till I was hyperventilating and then maybe, he would let me out. I've never forgotten those experiences.
Funny thing is, if this were to happen today, I think I would be just as scared. Actually, that cellar is someplace I wouldn't even venture into now.
What were YOUR child fears?
Funny thing is, if this were to happen today, I think I would be just as scared. Actually, that cellar is someplace I wouldn't even venture into now.
What were YOUR child fears?