Jutty wrote:
When I was young I was uncomfortable having any encounter with someone who had the same name as me.
Me too... and it wasn't helped by the fact that I have a pretty common name. But I wasn't afraid so much as annoyed that someone else was impinging on my perceived uniqueness. I still have a problem with this, actually.
I remember what scared me most when I was little was the dark gap between my bedframe and the large drawer under it where I stored my stuffed animals. If I had to get out of bed after the lights were out, I always imagined I saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at me from that inch-wide gap under the bed.