When I was a child, there were street-vendors who were selling perfumes. We used to call them perfumer-man (Turkish "Kokucu Amca"). They were carrying a box which contained perfume bottles and they were selling those perfumes. Sometimes they were waiting on the street for a long time to sell their perfumes.
When I was about 7 years old, I went shopping with my father in Tire, my hometown. My father went to the nearest perfume-vendor to buy a perfume. It was the first time I saw a perfume-vendor. They talked a little and my father wanted to buy a few mini-bottles. The perfume-vendor had a lot of big bottles of perfume and a big metal syringe(needle). He poured perfume from a big bottle into a smaller bottle by using that syringe. Anyway, it was done... Suddenly I noticed that the perfume-vendor was coming near me with his syringe! He kept coming closer and closer... Oh my God! At that time I rushed out to street and started to run. I had forgotten my father there! I had run home madly.
Ten minutes later, my father came home. He said: "What happened? Why did you run away and leave me there?" I said: "The perfume-vendor wanted to inject me in my head!" My father laughed very hard and said "He didn't want to inject you. He just wanted to spray a little perfume on you so your hair would smell nice, and you thought he wanted to inject you in your head, ha!"
I admit that I really thought that. I was afraid of injections even if I got ill and needed to be injected.