Moved to NJ as a preteen and got over it gradually, then realized as an adult that it all stemmed from one time (when I was a four year old) that my mom freaked out (a full blown panic) during a bad storm... and that shaped how I reacted after that.

Nowadays there are things that cause me apprehension but not much I think I'm truly afraid of.

I am terribly claustrophobic. I am sure there are plenty of people more claustrophobic than me.  But what I experience is horrible...so I feel really bad for someone who has it worse.

The older I get the worse it gets.  I can’t even watch a movie where a character in enclosed in a tight, dark space.   The very thought of not being able to move and BREATHE freely send chills up my back and makes me stand up and MOVE!  In any direction.  It doesn’t matter.

Remember the Ocean’s 11 (Clooney remake)?   The scene where the circus contortionist stuffs himself into a little container and they seal him up in it?  Yeah.  Just writing that shit makes my skin crawl! 

AAARRGH!

Someone once noted that people's fear of death is overall #3 and #2 is public speaking. So most people would rather be in the coffin at the funeral than giving the eulogy.

I don't fear death - I almost look forward to it at times. But I dreadfully fear dying. Unless it's easy and painless, I'd rather pick another way that is fast.

I also fear confrontations because I don't know if I trust myself. Lately, my tolerance has been fast and far dropping... but popping someone is probably not a good way to get rid of them.

Ok, that's a good one. And yeah, I'd put death on the top of my list. I personally don't understand how some (usually older) people say that they are ready to go. I don't believe in an afterlife so for me, this is it - that probably adds to my fear. I always want to know "what happens next"!

The older I get the worse it gets.  I can’t even watch a movie where a character in enclosed in a tight, dark space.

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There's a Disney movie from 1959 called Third Man on the Mountain, in which a character squeezes through a narrow passage and nearly gets stuck; it's haunted me ever since childhood. But other than that one scene, I absolutely love the movie and recently watched it again for the first time in nearly forty years. I remembered exactly where the scene was and felt myself getting progressively more uncomfortable the closer it came. Ultimately, I fast-forwarded through the scene, rather than forcing myself to suffer through it.