I only really learnt to tell time as an adult. I used to hate it when people asked the time, because I would have to work out exactly what the little hand was doing and the big hand and all that malarkey. I think in my case it was a mental block though, because I'm not normally that thick.

As for what I was scared of...I can't remember being so much scared, but I do know I loathed school. I would come home from school in the afternoon and then just go to sleep, and then always tell my parents I was too sick to go the next day.

Later, when I was a teenager, I had a huge fear of being attacked and raped, but I think that applies to many women just coming into their sexuality. The rape stats here are shocking so I guess that added to it. Actually I'm still scared of stuff like that.

I'd say a large bucket that many fears at that age fall into would be labeled "acceptance" -- whether that's acceptance by peers (which can permeate the entire age range), dealing with bullies of various types, or by the opposite sex / whomever you find physically appealing.

I limited that last one to physical appeal because that intellectual component has varying weight at that age depending on the person involved. And as you approach the end of that age bracket, you're already talking concerns about acceptance into college (if you're college track) and maybe even uncertainty about the future (career path, etc.).

Girls in that age range are often vocally and brutally judgmental of one another, whether in terms of appearance / dress, intellect (too much or too little), accessories (haves vs. have nots), or code of behavior. Some girls are very good at either shrugging it off and/or walking to their own beat. Others find this incredibly devastating. Still others participate in the antics, whether in the delivery, or in trying to "keep up."

None of it is the end of the world, of course, but when that is your world it's to be expected that some people find it all-consuming. At age 9, it's invitations to slumber parties and still has that aspect of playground hierarchy (in the literal sense); at age 16, it's invitations to mixed group parties and the hierarchy has transformed into pecking orders, boyfriends, etc.

I learned to tell time in first grade.

I was terrified of failure...I may come back an elaborate later, because if I get into it right now I'll just lose it...

I learned to tell time either in kindergarden or before.

Pre-teen fears, hmm... well aside from the obvious - fear of becoming unpopular (not that I was hyper-popular; but rather, becoming you know, a reject) - I had this weird fear that I'd never manage to get out on my own and handle being alone and supporting myself. Odd, I know; perhaps it could be interpreted as a fear of failure.

I also had a weird fear of the dark - that is, utter pitch black darkness, no light, not even moonlight; but that came out of strange and bizarre dreams I had when I was between 9-12. I still have strange remnants of that fear and need to have *some* kind of light source in the room where I sleep - I'm not talking a nightlight; simply cracked curtains, or the glow of an appliance, will suffice.

I went through a period of being terrified that my parents would die, which was confusing for me, because at the time I hated them. I can remember waking up many a nights in a cold sweat, dreaming that I would have to live with relatives, change schools, etc.

I learned to tell time when I was 6.

Is it too late to answer this? I used to have nightmares that I was kidnapped. So, kidnapping scared me, rape - even though I didn't know what it was, I knew it was something bad men did to women, my mom dying, someone breaking into our house, our house catching on fire, not getting A grades because my grandpa would be disappointed. Man, that's why I'm a nervous wreck today. As far as time, I don't recall. That is weird. I want to say 5 because that's when I learned to tie my shoes and read.