Maybe it was just me that had a lot of fears as a kid. Here is another one.
The first time I went through a car wash I cried. You see my parents had an old car and it leaked and the brushes banged against the side of it. Terrifying.
The next time they wanted to wash the car I asked to not stay in the car. I had a relative who was with us at the time and they got out and we waited for the car to go through the wash. I hated that car wash and its grinding chain and brushes that shook the car. It was a time before the touch less washes of today and it was a broken down, old, worn out junk that sometimes would break with the cars in it. I had no faith in the car wash or the car.
It wasn’t just the car wash that was a problem but the car. It leaked in the car wash and that didn’t inspire me to trust it. My parents loved domestic cars and bought the worst model. The cars growing up were in the shop more than all of the cars I have owned over a longer span of time together. They were just pieces of junk. So to put a piece of junk in a piece of junk that was that towns only automated car wash, was just asking for trouble.
As a kid I saw cars ahead of me pop off the track, have the chain come undone, have the machine break the windshield wipers or any other number of things. If people sued then like they sue now, that place would have gone out of business. People were just glad to have a car wash no matter how badly it worked.
My fears were justified as a kid and I didn’t go through that car wash again. Eventually it got redone in a more modern way and I tried it. Without the machines pushing the car left and right it wasn’t so scary.
There are reasonable fears and this was one of them.