<p>One of mine was the scenario of being immobile and deprived of all sensory input forever :(.</p>
<p>While still troubling to think about now, it doesn't grip me in the way that it used to, so it's easy to brush-off.</p>
<p>One of my fears when I was a kid was being bitten by a snake while playing outside at my house… I live in Alaska where there are no snakes</p>
<p>That the whole world was plotting to kill me.</p>
<p>Fire alarms.</p>
<p>Robots… Artificial Intelligence ruined my childhood.</p>
<p>That my life was the Truman Show. I didn’t really fear that though, it was awesome.</p>
<p>That my toys would move and attack me.</p>
<p>the ages around 5-8 are so interesting from the point of view of the kid I think. It’s when you’re first becoming aware of the world, starting to think in whatever language you’re learning,and everything. It’s also the time when I had nearly all of my nightmares and unexplainable torments, and fears.</p>
<p>Also some of the most amazing imaginary experiences too. I try not to forget that.</p>
<p>parts of me as a child were pretty afraid - and for good reason. Like at that age I saw all things on my walls every night, vivid, and often scary things. not to mention the recurrent nightmares that persisted. my own brain was scaring me and I couldn’t control it.</p>
<p>I had a LOT.</p>
<p>-Floaters (Like the kind you get after looking at a bright light, except for some reason I would get them in darkness. I thought they were monsters…)
-Darkness (I slept with the light on)
-Asthma (I saw some cartoon that was supposed to make kids feel better about asthma but let’s just say it had the opposite affect for me)
-Germs (I washed my hands obsessively)</p>
<p>Probably more that I’m forgetting</p>
<p>Pulling out my loose teeth and bleeding to death.</p>
<p>And that everyone I knew would suddenly die and I’d be left alone.</p>
<p>Martians-or the thought they could exist
The flying monkeys that accompnied the Wicked Witch of the West…or the thought that they could exist</p>
<p>Zombies…although I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘irrational’</p>
<p>When I was little , my mom would leave me in the car in a red zone , and say " I’ll only be a minute ! " I worried the car would be towed with me in it !</p>
<p>Death terrified me. I remember being around 4 or 5 years old, and laying down next to my Mother, in tears, almost screaming, about how much I didn’t want my Mother or Father to die, and how I wished that our family could live forever. The idea of your existence just ceasing to exist haunted me for years. I was never brought up with a religion either, so the concept of an afterlife proved to be no comfort for me. Death isn’t irrational, per se, but I constantly thought about dying, I would do something, for instance, read a book, or walk to the store with my Father, and think of all the precious time I wasted, and how I could never get that time back.</p>
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<p>^ I do that now :p. I was very caught up with things in my childhood, never felt like that then.</p>
<p>I don’t really fear death so much, like it doesn’t make me panic very much when I think about it anymore, but I do think it is a really, really sad thing overall. It IS irrational to think death should be endured by everyone. Life can be so fun for some people.</p>
<p>I’ve come to terms with the idea of death. If life did not end, we wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, we would just gradually age, and become more and more brittle, hanging on to a single thread, completely miserable. When you do something, most of the time, your rationale is; because life is short. If life wasn’t short, you wouldn’t be motivated to get out of bed in the morning, there would be no point. </p>
<p>I think my biggest problem as a child was not entirely me, myself dying, but my Mother and Father. The idea had me so depressed, that I remember vividly a memory from when I was 4, I was at Macy’s with my Father, and he found some Christmas Sweaters, and he asked me to choose which one I thought was the nicest, and I couldn’t even pay attention to what the sweaters looked like, I just broke down crying right in the middle of the store.</p>
<p>My Father used to try and comfort me by saying that; “Oh, when you’re a little old lady, technology and medicine will have come so far that you’ll be able to live forever.” I used to believe him, but now I’m not so sure. I have a long ways to go before becoming an elder (I’m only 15), but I’m not that optimistic about medicine.</p>
<p>I thought eating Air Heads made your head turn into a balloon.</p>
<p>I used to believe that everyone in the world could read my mind but they all pretended they couldn’t. I used to ask my 2nd grade teacher if she could read my mind, and when she said no I wouldn’t believe her. Kinda hard to disprove. Oddly enough, I still have it 10 years later but I know now that it’s irrational.
…Or is it?</p>
<p>Lol, but I also used to be afraid of people coming in my room and stabbing me. I would tell myself that “bad guys” could only come in my room and stab me if I was asleep because they don’t want me to scream, and oddly enough that made me feel better.</p>
<p>I was diagnosed with anxiety later on. Now I have a very irrational fear of vomit.</p>
<p>And OMG pdateh35, I felt the same way about those Gushers snacks. Now that I think about it, I remember this one time in kindergarten when this girl had Gushers and I had to be excused to the nurse’s office because I was so afraid of her head turning into a fruit. Lol</p>
<p>@Aerobug - Did you believe that everyone could read only your mind? Or everyone could read minds except you? You could have thought of really nasty, hateful thoughts about someone, and perhaps see if they responded. </p>
<p>I used to think that I was the only person who was actually conscience of my existence, and that everyone was a figment of my imagination. </p>
<p>I was a very morbid, paranoid child.</p>
<p>@preamble1776 - I thought that everyone could read minds except for me, and they were all told from the beginning to act as if they couldn’t no matter what. It’s amazing that I sincerely believed that a bunch of 2nd graders could pull that off, but I did.
I later found out it was an actual fear. Look it up. :P</p>