If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you might know that I have a fear of heights.
Acrophobia, if you want to get technical.
I’m good on planes and tower observation decks. Below is a pic of Niagara Falls, Ontario from the Skylon Tower.
My fear is a mild to moderate one.
Roller coasters, open air ferris wheels, ski lifts, zip lining and amusement park rides that take you up in the air aren’t really my thing.
I have two young children who don’t mind being high in the sky with the wind hitting you from all angles.
They love it. They embrace it. They get it from their thrill seeking father.
Up until recently, I’ve always been the stroller security guard.
I’m the parent who stays back to
protect watch our belongings and snap photos from ground level.
Now, I think the kids are on to me. They are calling my bluff and asking that I be their ride partner.
When the kids saw the ferris wheel during our recent trip to Niagara Falls they wanted both my husband and I to go with them.
How bad could it be right?
Temperature controlled, enclosed capsule. Should be easy peasy.
We boarded the ferris wheel – the three of them practically throwing themselves onto the seats and me trying to think of a last minute excuse.
“Enjoy the ride!” says the ride attendant who clearly did not see the beads of sweat running down my face and my heart pounding through my jacket.
It was windy outside, a big rainstorm was headed our way and the bubble we were sitting in started rocking back and forth.
My palms were sweating and my husband was laughing at me because we were only 1/4 of the way from where we had begun as I gripped onto the edge of my seat.
“Look at your feet and stay calm!” is all I kept saying silently to myself.
My 2 year old had his hands in the air, grinning from ear to ear and yelling “Wheeeeee!” while my daughter was ooohing and aaahing over how high we were going to go.
I managed to look up a couple of times to take some photos.
After 5 rounds, the ride was over.
My palms were still sweaty but was I proud that I survived my first ferris wheel ride since I was 12 – more than 30 years ago!
If the Skywheel had a “ride all day” type pass I probably would have gone a few more times if my kids asked me to.
Getting over my fear of heights… this might be possible with many, many baby steps!
Eventually I’ll be able to ride rollercoasters, ski lifts and cross treetop ziplining off of my bucket list.
LET’S DO THIS THANG!
What’s the next step?
*All photos in this post can be found on Instagram. Follow me at KidsOnAPlane.
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