When I was a child, my greatest fear was my father’s rage. He would become very angry without warning. Most of the time, his anger would manifest itself in a violent outburst (without any regard to who was present, or where we were). I learned to remain quiet (in the background), and do EXACTLY what I was told to do.
I was also very afraid of elevators. We lived on the 17th floor. When the elevators worked, I would use them. One afternoon, I got stuck in the elevator with my older sister. She freaked out so bad that I thought the situation was somehow life threatening. I forced the doors open, but we were in between floors. I boosted my older sister out of the small opening (luckily, the elevator didn’t restart during that evolution). I remained in the elevator for a while (don’t remember exactly how long). From that point forward I used the steps, and became very uncomfortable any time I needed to use an elevator.
I also had an unreasonable fear of the swan tapestry hanging on the wall in our living room.