There were two that I can readily think of that frightened me heaps:
1) When I was on holiday in Paris in 1974 I saw some kind of play about Napoleon Bonaparte that took place near the local hospital. I don't remember much but the play contained a lot of shouting and fireworks exploding in the sky. I didn't know what they were at the time and they scared the living daylights out of me. I was 3 at the time.
2) A few years later when I was 8, I was leafing through a copy of Reader's Digest when I saw and advert that was asking for donations to LEPRA (the leprosy research society at lepra.org.uk). The picture showed a young woman who was afflicted by the disease - she was virtually mutilated with no fingers on her hands, half her teeth were gone, there were sores all over her face and had lost one eye. She looked awful and I had nightmares over the picture for days afterwards. My mother took away the magazine and cut the advert out and put it somewhere else, and said that whenever I was naughty she'd threaten to show me the picture again.
1) When I was on holiday in Paris in 1974 I saw some kind of play about Napoleon Bonaparte that took place near the local hospital. I don't remember much but the play contained a lot of shouting and fireworks exploding in the sky. I didn't know what they were at the time and they scared the living daylights out of me. I was 3 at the time.
2) A few years later when I was 8, I was leafing through a copy of Reader's Digest when I saw and advert that was asking for donations to LEPRA (the leprosy research society at lepra.org.uk). The picture showed a young woman who was afflicted by the disease - she was virtually mutilated with no fingers on her hands, half her teeth were gone, there were sores all over her face and had lost one eye. She looked awful and I had nightmares over the picture for days afterwards. My mother took away the magazine and cut the advert out and put it somewhere else, and said that whenever I was naughty she'd threaten to show me the picture again.
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