re: Dumbest thing you were scared of as a child.

I remember taking a family road trip when I must have been about 8 or 9 years old. We had stopped in a rest stop between Tuscaloosa and Birmingham. I remember my dad having a conversation with people about a bunch of drive by shootings in Birmingham at the time. I didn't know what that was, but I kept asking if we had made it to Birmingham and when we did, I made sure to never raise my head above the window until we had passed through. Scared of people passing and shooting up the Nissan Quest.

Clowns

The stairs to ANY basement. I was convinced Freddy Krueger was waiting to stab me in the ankles with his claw.

flying

Electrical outlets. They terrified me. They looked like little, soulless faces.

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When I was really young I saw this news story on people who were being killed by idiots who were throwing cinderblocks off of overpasses onto cars down below. It left quite the impression. Not only was I absolutely horrified to go under an overpass but I was scared someone was going to throw a cinderblock through my roof and onto me while I was sleeping.

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we had that happen in BR as well. Not sure if was an overpass but a brick through front window kilt a lady. I was a teen and my parents gave us stern talking too's about that kind of shite , basically saying "egging a car is not so bad if you must be a little teenage a-hole"

We would go visit my mama and pawpaw every month or so . They lived in the country to put it mildly. My dad would tell us about a place not far from their house named Casket Hollow. My pawpaw and dad take us out there at night and sit the lights off. It scared the hell out of us. Supposedly a black man killed a white girl here and her spirit haunts the area. Casket hollow

My sister told me the garbage man was gonna get me. a while after that my dad was pitching the ball to me.....he heard the garbage truck and glanced at it...... said he turned back around and "the bat was still in the air but jeffsdad was gone". Had nightmares about garbage men.

I turned on AM radio when I went to bed every night in the '70's so that I wouldn't hear any noises. If either Blondie's "Rapture" or Michael Martin Murphey's "Wildfire" would come on during the night, they would wake me up from a dead sleep, and I would have big trouble going back to sleep.

Mr Roboto. My brother used to yell Mr Roboto is coming for you! during the video and I would run off screaming.