I’m
not scared of heights.
Everyone
in my family is. Well, not my brother and father, they’re neutral to the height
thing. But my mother, my aunt and my uncle….petrified.
In
retrospect, Grand Canyon is not a good place to take people who are scared of
heights. Especially not my mother. She remains convinced that if I go near an
edge, even if there’s a guardrail, some malevolent force is going to pluck me
off and throw me to my doom. So we spent the whole day at the canyon being
yelled at by my mother for getting too close to the edge and scaring her.
Sucks
that I’m not scared of anything, mom. So sorry.
Challenge
to my Readers:
It’s
okay to be scared, but it’s also okay to not
be scared.
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