Seriously...

I completely freak out at the thought of being up high, in an open space. I am fine flying. Or being in a tall building, looking out the window. But once, I had to get a ladder out to climb up on top of the shed at our old house to get a ball off the top (my youngest son has a great arm!) I completely lost it, started crying, and the kids had to go get my neighbor to help me down the ladder (He actually had to climb up, and walk down the ladder with me. Very embarrassing). Once we stayed in a hotel in downtown St. Louis, and decided to walk down to the riverfront. We had to walk across an overpass. I swear to you, I almost passed out. I was so scared the kids would fall off. I was screaming at my husband and my brother-in-law to grab their hands, and I practically had to crawl across myself. It was about a 30 second interval, but it felt like an hour. Afterwards, I wanted to cry with relief that we had made it across alive. Isn't that silly? I was just sure we were going to plummet to our deaths.

I know it's a cliche.