What are you absolutely terrified of?

[Campfire]

I saw a bit of that Potsy but couldn't watch it! Funnily enough my Grandfather used to pothole a little & took photographs down the pots. One of my ex bosses was involved with the Alderley Edge Mines and used to try to persuade me to go with him & his wife. Shame really, it would have been a good introduction, if I hadn't have been so frightened! I'd rather do a rock face climb!

I think at the back of my mind is remembering a friend of the family being trapped with a party a few years back, and I think they had to leave his legs behind! He was dead of course by then, but the thought is not a good one!

 

[Plax]

I haven't found anything that has truely terrified me yet. I think my mother trying to move in with me would send me screaming for the hills though.

 

[slowmotion]

Speaking in public comes close to terror for me, but heights are far worse. Stupid really. Why can I walk along a two foot wide path without thought, but put it across the side of a mountain, and I am rigid with fear?

 

[Night Train]

Heights.
Moths.
And the wierd one, faces.

 

[dav1d]

Snakes (before my fear of them set in, as a kid of around 10 years old, I held one in school)
Heights
Rollercoasters
Glass floors, lifts, bridges, basically any floor I can see through!

 

[Dayvo]

Crocodiles and sharks!

Always have been, but EVEN more so now after hearing LOTS of stories about them here now!

 

[dellzeqq]

I was never really worried about anything until my son was born. Now I am terrified of what could happen to him. I am sure it will get less over time, but it's probably a pretty important emotion to have early on!

the fear never goes away.......

first time out on the street on their own
first time they stay out all night
first love

not that I'm complaining. The pleasure in their company grows year on year.

 

[Cranky]

Cycling under low canal bridges when the towpath is very narrow. I'm quite tall so have to duck and move towards the edge of the canal. I know the water's only a couple of feet deep and I'm a strong swimmer but it's a totally irrational fear and my balance goes to pot. Sometimes I've just slammed the brakes on, dismounted and walked through. I avoid canal rides where possible.

Oh, mice and rats! No problem with spiders or moths though.

 

[Sh4rkyBloke]

Why wait? Ask them, they probably don't love you now.

Thanks for that.

 

[Proto]

Thanks for that.

BTW it's heights for me. Merest hint of a drop makes my back tingle and my legs wobble. Went up the WTC one time (just a week before they fell down!). Observation deck at the top, my kids were sitting on the step with their foreheads leaning on the glass looking down. I couldn't get closer than 3 metres. Steeled myself, and we all went up on the roof, and it was surprisingly okay. But the thing is, you couldn't get to the edge, so only look across and down, not the sheer vertical drop.

Second would be potholing or caving. Wild horses couldn't drag me into some narrow passage in the rock. Even more so if water was involved. Some years back we went to the Kango Caves in South Africa. There's a kind of 'chinmney' you can shin up. Kids went up it like a rat up a drainpipe. I was skinny enough to make it, put I bottled out. Not for me, ever.

 

[Fnaar]

The thought of going in a tunnel, like a pot hole, where it's narrow and I'm stuck and can't get back, makes me terrified! I dreamt that and woke up shaking.

Oooh, I hate that thoght too. If there was water involved, and I was about to drown stuck down a pothole, i think i actually would go insane.

 

[ColinJ]

Cycling under low canal bridges when the towpath is very narrow. I'm quite tall so have to duck and move towards the edge of the canal. I know the water's only a couple of feet deep and I'm a strong swimmer but it's a totally irrational fear and my balance goes to pot. Sometimes I've just slammed the brakes on, dismounted and walked through. I avoid canal rides where possible.

I know someone who is quite tall. When he cycles along the Rochdale canal towpath he has to duck and move towards the edge of the canal when passing under the canal bridges. He once cycled to a party in nearby Mytholmroyd and partook of some home-grown weed (er, not the dandelion type!) On the way back, his sense of fear had quite literally 'gone to pot'! He face-planted on the side of a bridge and fell into the canal still clipped onto his bike! Apparently you can go from horribly stoned to completely sober in less than 1 second if you have a big enough shot of adrenaline!

 

[XmisterIS]

I know someone who is quite tall. When he cycles along the Rochdale canal towpath he has to duck and move towards the edge of the canal. He once cycled to a party in nearby Mytholmroyd and partook of some home-grown weed (er, not the dandelion type!) On the way back, his sense of fear had quite literally 'gone to pot'! He face-planted on the side of a bridge and fell into the canal still clipped onto his bike! Apparently you can go from horribly stoned to completely sober in less than 1 second if you have a big enough shot of adrenaline!

Lol! Reminds me of an incident in the New Forest a few summers back (I wasn't stoned though!).

I was riding along with some friends; we came across a small stream, with a bridge over it, and a campsite on the other side. There were families having picnics in a sunny, grassy glade that came right up to the opposite river bank. My friends dismounted and walked over the bridge. Not me. "Heh!", thought I, "I'm going to bunny-hop this river so as to impress everyone picnicing on the opposite bank". So, with a smirk on my face and a swagger in my pedal stroke, I announced loudly to my friends, "I'm going to jump it", obviously loud enough so that the nearby picnickers would hear - they did, and stopped what they were doing to watch. I had an audience. I basked in their awe. My chest swelled with pride and I did one of those little head-wobbles that you do when you know you're the bee's knees. I aimed my carbon-fibre steed at the river, pumped hard on the pedals to get up to speed fast, approached the bank at about 20mph, got ready to pop the bike up into a big bunny hop, got ready to pull up the front wheel and push backwards on the pedals with perfect, graceful technique ... at precisely the wrong moment ... I had completely misjudged the position of my front wheel, which just at the moment when I was about to pull up on the handlebars, was perched precariously over thin air with the stream about 4 feet below. I had overshot the bank. I had a split second in which to realise exactly what was about to happen before it actually happened ... I was suddenly plumeting downward towards the stream at what seemed like far too great a speed. I entered the stream ... and discovered that the bottom was like quick-sand - only it was mud! The bike disappeared almost completely into the mud, and I was entirely immersed, except my head! Cue raucous laughter from my audience as I extricated my bike and myself from the stream, beetroot red in the face and looking for all the world like the bogwoppit ... and my God, that mud absolutely stank!!

 

[stabilised]

Wives. And confined spaces. And wives in confined spaces!

 

[Cranky]

Lol! Reminds me of an incident in the New Forest a few summers back (I wasn't stoned though!).

I was riding along with some friends; we came across a small stream, with a bridge over it, and a campsite on the other side. There were families having picnics in a sunny, grassy glade that came right up to the opposite river bank. My friends dismounted and walked over the bridge. Not me. "Heh!", thought I, "I'm going to bunny-hop this river so as to impress everyone picnicing on the opposite bank". So, with a smirk on my face and a swagger in my pedal stroke, I announced loudly to my friends, "I'm going to jump it", obviously loud enough so that the nearby picnickers would hear - they did, and stopped what they were doing to watch. I had an audience. I basked in their awe. My chest swelled with pride and I did one of those little head-wobbles that you do when you know you're the bee's knees. I aimed my carbon-fibre steed at the river, pumped hard on the pedals to get up to speed fast, approached the bank at about 20mph, got ready to pop the bike up into a big bunny hop, got ready to pull up the front wheel and push backwards on the pedals with perfect, graceful technique ... at precisely the wrong moment ... I had completely misjudged the position of my front wheel, which just at the moment when I was about to pull up on the handlebars, was perched precariously over thin air with the stream about 4 feet below. I had overshot the bank. I had a split second in which to realise exactly what was about to happen before it actually happened ... I was suddenly plumeting downward towards the stream at what seemed like far too great a speed. I entered the stream ... and discovered that the bottom was like quick-sand - only it was mud! The bike disappeared almost completely into the mud, and I was entirely immersed, except my head! Cue raucous laughter from my audience as I extricated my bike and myself from the stream, beetroot red in the face and looking for all the world like the bogwoppit ... and my God, that mud absolutely stank!!

Thanks for that!