My biggest childhood fear haven't changed at all. I hate small rooms. It's really hard for me to go into a lift or a public restroom. Today, I am veer using a lift all alone. I just can't. I'd rather take a million stairs than going into one of this small, dark, dangerous lift-contructions.
My elementry school had some really old restrooms. They always seemed to be too dark to me. The door to enter the room was normal-sized, but always seemed to be bigger to me that other doors i opened. And it was heavy. Really, really heavy. I was always afraid that I may not be able to open it again and to leave.
There were big ventilation-tubes at the ceiling, starting to make a terrible noise as soon as someone was coming into the room. It always took a few seconds until the lights flashed on automatically...
I always felt like "I'm going to die. Something's about to happen". It never happened anything. But I still feel that way today.
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