Similarly, I caught a snippet of some documentary where they were saying cracks in the walls of your house were signs of possible earthquake/volcanic activity - I was terrified. Looking back it seems unlikely the docu was designed to alert scottish people about the danger of lava seeping through cracks in their walls but that’s the message I took from it.
The thought of dying in your sleep made me stop sleeping for a while. Also when I was 5 became convinced that the burglar alarm in our old house was spying on me and used to run past it as quickly as possible so they would have limited images of me
They always reminded me of that creepy floating droid with the syringe in the first Star Wars, when Vader is interogating Leiah
A brief google informs me that they are known as IT-O interrogators.
Anyhow, referring to the OP, trying on clothes when out shopping. Usually at M&S. I was stick thin, and vertically elongated (I am still one of these things) and finding things that actually fit was a chore.
Even younger, used to hate being in a pushchair with the rainguard on. Not sure why, but one of my earliest memories is being sat somewhere in one, all steamed up and humid. Over-warm in a regular British light-medium rain at some crap concrete shopping precinct (Nailsea, maybe). Ugh.