I ask the question because the answer has to be yes and no.
Sometimes we love being scared and sometimes we hate it. Technically fairground rides can be pretty scary but for some people the more scared they are the better. I don't enjoy fairground scary rides and don't remember my time on roller coasters with a great amount of joy.
We did go canyon riding in New Zealand which was pretty scary as we hurtled towards the canyon wall, but was fun when we realised we weren't going to hit it.
The drive to the canyon was really scary. We were in a minibus and the journey saw us wind our way up a single track road with sheer drops on one side. On the way we came across several large vehicles coming the other way. Some carried canoes and the two had to somehow get past each other. At one point the back of our minibus hung over the edge and people at the back started to scream and move to the front. We survived and for the driver of our vehicle it was probably just another day at the office.
Television programmes and films can be pretty scary when you are growing up. I distinctly remember hiding behind the settee when Quatermass and the Pit was on. I'm sure if I saw it today it would be incredibly unscary. In fact I must look it up.
Emergency Ward 10 used to scare me and in particular it's opening music. For some reason I remember a character called Mr Ansthruther who had a leg amputated - that scared me.
Well over 44 years ago we swapped houses with an American couple and got to know their family. One of the daughters had three young children. She had a company that delivered celebration balloons which of course wasn't the slightest bit scary.
But we were staying with them in Richmond Virginia around Halloween and went to what they referred to as the Boo House. It was a factory unit in complete darkness where things leapt out at you and there were enormous Americans rattling chains. One of the daughters was four years of age. She cried and screamed all the way round clutching her mother tightly.
We thought this might have scarred or scared her for life, she was in such a state.
In fact when we got out she was still crying and could only say one word "again." So we all had to go round a second time as she screamed some more.
My scariest moment - well that was Cyril Fletcher's eyes. I've mentioned this before but will explain again in tomorrow's blog.