Can you remember being scared as a child?

The only times that I ever remember feeling afraid were at night and in the dark. And only at our house on Madison Street. The upstairs of that house did not have any heating or air conditioning. It was unbelievably hot in the summer months and freezing cold in the winter months. During the winter, I would put a full sleeping bag on my bed and sleep inside the sleeping bag under all of my covers. You could see your breath in our rooms and it was so cold. I definitely remember laying in bed and shivering as I tried to go to sleep. While I was laying there in my bed, I used to watch the shadows of the tree branches dance across my ceiling. There was a street light directly across the street from my house so it cast shadows into my bedroom windows. At the back of my room was a door that lead into the attic area. It was a regular full sized door and the attic space was tall enough that you could walk into it. As I laid in bed at night, I would imagine that there was someone who lived in the attic space and was going to suddenly burst into my room and get me. I would watch the shadows dancing across the ceiling and would create a scary scenario in my mind. I don't ever really remember being afraid or scared of anything else except for heights. We used to climb ropes in grade school and would have to climb to the top of the gym ceiling and it scared me to death. I loved gym class but hated those days. The ropes were big and thick and we had to wrap them around our legs to keep us from falling. We had to climb as high as we could go and I was petrified of that climb. There was nothing that felt good about it and I felt silly and unaccomplished for not being able to climb those stupid ropes. I was a decent athlete and was also very fast. I begged to play softball or kickball all day long but hated those stinkin' ropes.