Years ago, my youngest hated the vacuum, or was deathly afraid of it, whatever.
When it would be turned on, she would run to a chair, climb up, curl up in it and hug her blanket. There was no way I could convince her that the vacuum would not eat her, suck her up in it or otherwise.
Today, the thing seemed so loud that I wanted to curl up in a chair and hope it went away. I wonder if my little girl remembers those times.