Imagine watching E.T. at the age of 4. The scene at the beginning, with the running, rustling and high-pitched screaming, that freaked me out so bad.
The Indiana Jones melting Nazis did the same thing.
There isn't much anymore that "scares" me. Heights. Death. I'm sure if I came across a really big spider crawling on my bedroom floor some late night when the TV is the only source of light.
I haven't been scared as a result of a movie in ages.
Startled, yes. You should have seen me jump at Jurassic Park, when the T-Rex attcked the Raptor at the end of the movie. I had no idea it was coming.
But not scared.
But back on topic, alas, we have lost one of the great ones. And there aren't many of them left anymore either.
I just hope Dick van Dyke lives forever.