Actually I think more about flying when I am on the ground, or in my dreams. I think that would be so wonderful, to be able to fly.
I don't mind being up high so much as I do getting there, or looking down. That gives me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I took my son skydiving for his birthday. He did a tandem jump, where you are connected to a licensed and approved sky diver, a friend of his, also jumped when my son did. They both loved it. Then I took a friend, that was 77 at the time. She absolutely loved it, they treated her to such a great day. But I would have been too afraid, at the time, to make the jump, and she is almost twice my age. Although it would be the closet thing I would ever get to actually flying. Maybe someday. In the past when something has frightened me, I have always made myself do it, to face my fears, but I'm just not there yet, on the skydiving.
I have been on the top of some very tall towers. Loved the feeling of being up there, it is very exhilarating, but again didn't like the elevator ride up, or down, or looking straight down, from that high up. But looking out, and up was wonderful.
2006-06-07 06:35:12
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answered by Anonymous
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I get that visceral fear, that funny stabbing feeling in your groin area. I am a bit scared at seeing how far down the bottom is.
2006-06-07 08:31:31
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answered by Anonymous
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