Loud

I was terribly frightened of loud noises as a kid. We went to an airshow somewhere in Wayne County, which was wonderfully interesting until the military jets did some fly-by's. The high formation wasn't the issue, it was the rogue jet that would buzz the crowd at low level and high speed after the others had passed. There were several cycles of this. The rest of my family ooo'd and ahhh'd while I cowered in the back seat of the car, my ears as plugged as I could get them. Thunderstorms would also send me hiding. I remember my parents enjoying a lightning/thunder show with the front door open and me having kaniptions thinking the world was ending. To this day I don't care for fireworks - the pretty colors are OK, but the ones that sound like mortar rounds really bother me. Interesting, my granddaughter (age 10 at the time of this writing) has always disliked loud noises.