Scariest memory from your childhood?

Not scary with hindsight but upset me at the time. My Dad was an entertainer - comedian and magician. All his props were kept in the 'middle room' and I was also put in my pram as a baby to have a nap in there. On one shelf sat 'Dippy Duck', a wooden prop obviously in the shape of a duck with a moving yellow beak. I would look at Dippy and babble away to him. A few years later, I was 4 or 5, I went to watch my Dad in a summer season concert at a local seaside resort. There he was on stage and introduced Dippy to the audience. Dippy was supposed to pick the card chosen by a member of the audience. He got it wrong once, then got it wrong again. My Dad told Dippy that if he didn't get it right next time he'd be Sunday dinner. I broke down in tears at the thought of my pal being eaten. I was so upset and still remember it as if it was yesterday.

A memory that I recall is when I was 7 years old walking down our street with my mum. There was a grassy bank one side and we came across a neat package, wrapped in newspaper and tied up in string. Mum thought it was a parcel someone had accidently left, so she, being curious opened the package. Inside was a chopped off cocks head, legs and entrails. The shock for me was huge, mum flung the package in the air and we run home.

Your post Boheminan, reminded me of a similar episode in my childhood.
Mummy sent me to collect a parcel from her sister.
The parcel, wrapped in white paper was longish and heavy. I suppose I was about seven years old at the time.
On the short walk home I opened the top of the parcel. It was a huge tongue. I was very shocked and disgusted by it.
Of course this was in the days when housewives cooked and pressed tongue. Needless to say, I've never
liked it!!

My sister was nine years older than me and she really resented me. She had been an only child all through the war and had hardly known our Dad as he was away in the army. I was born just after the war ended (I must have been conceived during a period of leave - I hope!) When I was about two or three my sister and her friend took me to the park and then hid in the bushes. I still remember how terrified I was of being left alone. Another time they threw me in a pit of stinging nettles and she once told me to jump down the stairs which I duly did. Mum said it was only the siren suit I was wearing that saved me! I don’t think she ever really got over her jealousy of me but we did become slightly closer as we got older. Sadly we lost her many years ago now.