My worst fear… remember taking my three to london when they were younger and got off two were in one hand the other was in the other hand and then loads of people pushed on and then next thing all I see was him looking between some guys legs but he still had hold of my coat and then the doors was shutting all I remember doing was scream “jiiiiiiiim” so loud to my other half he put his arm in the door and ripped it open and pulled him out… I dread going ever since