Death doesn't really scare me, it's more how I die, specifically drowning, or suffocation. I almost drowned when I was maybe six or seven at a hotel near Cedar Point (an awesome amusement park), and my Uncle saved me.

Needles scare the bejeezus out of me, or really anything that breaks the skin, I stepped on a rusty nail last summer while working and had to go and get a tetanus shot, which was bad enough, but the doc wanted to make sure that I didn't have any pieces of sock or shoe sole in my foot, I won't go into the details but I was cringing and not so much from the pain.

I also hate large crowds, I wouldn't categorize it as agoraphobia, but it's pretty close, I almost had a panic attack at the Minnesota state fair waiting in line for these amazing cookies, and I had to just give my money to my cousin and get out of there. The size of the crowd was crazy.

Oh and I have slight vertigo, and I hate heights, I've been to the Capilano Suspension Bridge in Vancouver when I was 10 or so and had a death grip on my dad's arm the whole way across.

All I can say is that facing my fears just reinforced my desire to avoid them XD.