by Christine Ardigo MSRD
I always had a fear of heights and falling. Not sureif it’s that stomach-dropping feeling, not being in control, fearing pain, death? I remember hating when someone threw me in the air, tossed me overhead into the ocean, or pretended to drop me from a high altitude. (Okay it was only a few feet but still). I hate roller coasters. I can do most of the slides at the water parks, but spinning things? Freefalls? Upside down rides? Ah, no.
My husband left me a note the other day that I hada surprise present waiting for me on Sunday forour anniversary. Reservations were made and were nonrefundable. P.S. It would be the best five minutes of my life.
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