As a youngster I first realized I had a fear of heights when trying to impress a girl. We were at coney island amusement park in Brooklyn, N.Y. and we were gonna ride the cyclone rollercoaster and it would be my first time riding it. Going up the first hill was fun, I was all smiles and enjoying it. When we reached the top my heart dropped and as we continued down I just lost it and could take no more. I closed my eyes and put my head down until the end of the ride. Much later on as a young adult in my 20s me and a friend were at a park called Bear Mountain State Park in upstate N.Y. and we decided to climb a mountain. It was all good until we got closer to the top and I was able to see how high we were. Once again it was heart dropping time and I froze. I could go no further up or down but eventually I was able to start crawling back down the mountain until I felt well enough to stand up again and continue walking down the mountain. Now as a 58 year old man I don’t ride rollercoasters or climb mountains and I’ve never flown in a plane and that’s alright with me.
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