I’ve always been afraid of heights. I don’t think I got it from either of my parents. But in my forties, it has become much worse.
In my twenties, when I was an exchange student at the University of Sussex in southern England, I climbed up to the top of St. Paul’s Cathedral. The stairs up to the dome are enclosed in a wire cage. I don’t think I would be able to do that today.
How about this one, from a little closer? Here’s where it got really scary for me. I stood on the third step and stared up at Todd for a while. He was very encouraging. With his help I managed to climb all the way to the top, where I confronted a three-year-old who was completely fearless. Of course. And then after I came down, my legs hurt for three days because I had been clenching my muscles so much. I had many adventures in South Padre Island, but this one will stick with me.