“Acrophobia” is not what I have. “Acrophobia” is the irrational fear of heights. Mine is rational. (My diagnosis).
As a family, we always set goals, have contests, challenges and payoffs. The ‘payoff’ part of this is usually holding the right to flaunt each accomplishment in the other’s face. But regardless, it’s stimulus to achievement.
My family is aware of my fear of heights. At the beginning of our trip while we were still in our planning phase, we all agreed to face our fears. It was apparent by this time, Colton and I shared our fear of height. And we were going to delay facing up to our shortcomings (so to speak) as long as possible.
Burj Khalifa in Dubai, the tallest free-standing building in the world at 2716 feet, was a no-brainer for Trenton, Tyler and Ron. We (and by we I mean they) had already made it up to the top of Kuala Lumpur’s 1483 ft. Petronas Twin towers. (This of course, allowed me to stand on the ground and photograph!)
By the time we hit Paris, I knew my turn to face my fear was coming. The Eiffel Tower, a mere 984 ft. off the ground, seemed safer in the abstract. Then, I stood beneath it. Colton braved up and said he would do it if I would, pointing out that in Lego building terms, the model is a mere 3428 Leggo blocks. How scary can it be?
Colton fully conquered his fear of heights, once he got to the ground. “Piece of cake!”
Mom is not there yet, but at least I don’t have to endure anymore chicken jokes.