Fear of Heights.
I've got it.
Mykiah asked if it was genetic. My parents aren't too great about heights, either.
I'm not sure if it's genetic. Or perhaps learned. Or probably both.
I just know I'm not fond of being up high.
A few weeks ago, I was at a parking garage with co-workers. We were climbing the stairs to get to a car. I realized after one flight that I wasn't going any farther.
I really only have a problem going up. Coming down I'm fine. So I had to say, "meet you at the bottom."
And then we went to Boys State Closing Ceremonies. Parents were asked to sit in the balcony. No problem. The balcony is one of my favorite places to sit.
Except in McCain Auditorium.
Not a great photo, probably because I was shaking. The white spot at the top is at the top of the stage. We were above that. Dan really wanted to sit down by the couple at the right. I told him to go ahead, but I was not getting that close to the rail.
Dan wanted to see Brady. I just wanted to keep breathing.
Those stupid people by the rail then did this:
And I thought I was going to pass out on their behalf. The rail is there so you won't lean over it.
I did eventually get comfortable enough that I could stand to say the pledge and take a few pictures of the action down below.
Needless to say, I won't be riding roller coasters on our next trip to Silver Dollar City.
