I think this was when I was in primary school... or around there.
Experience.
There were a few dogs guarding an auto service close to where I grew up and I was generally afraid to go past them alone because they kept barking, I knew they previously attacked people and well, me kid. One time, tho, one of them actually ran to me barking. I was wearing something like a hoodie and my first instinct was to stop and pull the sleeves out as far as I could so the dog wouldn't grab my hands. I don't think I ever screamed as loud as that day, and luckily people heard me and so here I am, not a bite less (even my dad heard me from inside the house at a considerable distance).
Feelings.
I was sooooo scared. There wasn't much room for any other feeling.