What are some childhood memories of the dark?

I suppose some of us have good memories, and others scary ones, or maybe both kinds. The first thing that sprang to my mind when I thought of this question was one of the variants of hide and seek. I can’t remember its name.

One person hides, and then everyone else seeks, and when you find the person, you get into the hiding place with them, and after a while you have many small bodies crammed into a small, dark space. It was delightful—sensual; vaguely sexual; comforting—maybe more.

On the other hand, I remember stumbling through the dark woods with no flashlight on several occasions. Once when some drunk classmates saw me walking along the dark road, and wanted to mess me up, and another time when I had been kicked out of the house. The dark was not my friend those times.

What are your childhood memories of the dark, good or bad?