Toilets with the seat up: it looked like a open mouthed monster, right at my eye level. I was scared to put the seat down, in case it crashed down.
My shoes walking away without me; I was told this would happen if I wore them without socks.
Red traffic lights that had “stop” written in them: there were a few left in the 1980s.
Anything that goes bang: I still do fear this.
Steps going underwater, as can be seen on the river Thames at high tide.
Being eaten by foxes, like the gingerbread man. Although it was quite a disappointment (and I suppose a relief) I saw a real fox for the first time, and how small they are.
Although I loved being blindfolded, I was scared if someone else was, especially if they were walking with arms outstretched, trying to catch me.
Being sent to prison; it happens in lots of stories, so it could have happened to me. But then I grew to be morbidly fascinated by them. When I read it, I almost wanted to be sent to the children’s prison in Jacob two two meets the hooded fang. Village lock ups fascinated me as well, when I learned what they were for.