I could easily criticize little kids for playing games that aren't meant for them, but I would be being Hypocritical as I was often exposed to games not meant for me at the age of 5. For example the first time I played GTA was at 4 years old. But anyway Resident Evil was a series that while I'd watch but not play, because I was scared to death of it, and not for the reason that you may think.
No it wasn't the zombies themselves that managed to scare me but a double team of my family and my 5 year old imagination. You see like any older brother, mine liked to tease his little brother alot. So when Resident Evil 2 came out and he and my dad played it and loved it and I loved to watch them play it. So I guess my brother thought it would be funny if he pretended to be zombie. Obviously, being 5 years old and having a strong imagination at the time, this promptly scared the hell out of me and I guess I would have cried to my parents. You'd think it would end there, but NO my parents decide to join in on the act. So now 5 year old me thinks his whole family are zombies and are trying to eat him. Wonderful.
This didn't end up with just Resident Evil 2. When Resi 3 came out, they started being zombies again, but now a 7 year old me was pretending to fight back. Where my imagination comes into it is that I thought the zombies would actually come out of the Resident Evil discs and come for me. It made it hard to sleep some nights and looking back, I was too paranoid for my own good. I even had nightmares about Resident Evil, and later on, Nemesis. What's even weirder is that both my older brother and dad actively played Silent Hill and that's a much scarier game and yet that didn't affect me at all.
Of course this fear has become very ironic since I've grown up. Ever since I first played a Resident Evil game for myself I have loved the series and look forward to what the future brings for it. So that's my musing, that my family and imagination made possible. Cheers for scaring the shit out of me.