Once, when I was eight or so I had an unhealthy obsession with the idea of flying. I had vivid dreams and often these dreams consisted of me being capable of flight in some manner or another. Now i'm sure you know where this is going but bare with me here. You see, things don't end exactly the way you might think. For a good long while, I was convinced I was actually a dragon, oh yes, a dragon and I would spend a good amount of my time trying to breath fire and grow my wings. It seams a silly thing to remember now that I think about it, but there it is. I would sit on the playground and try to breath fire and practicing my growls and leap from an old stump that was left as a large sitting stool. Well of course, nothing worked and I didn't turn into a dragon but I was one hundred percent convinced. (one too many fairy tales I think.)
so, one Saturday when I was out playing in our tailor park, I decided I just wasn't trying hard enough. So, making sure no one was looking I got a stepstool, planted it in front of the biggest tree in the area, and this was a very big tree. I can't tell you truly how big, I was never good with numbers, but it was big enough that when my neighbors cat got stuck in it, the fire ladder didn't reach the top. Nearly, but not quite. So it was a big tree. Big enough that I really should have known better. Then again, I was eight years old and was convinced I was a dragon so I think you can see the issues with my 'common sense' configurations. So there I was, eight years old, halfway up the biggest tree in the backyard and getting ready to keep from this tree when I looked down and realized just how high up I had climbed and realized something I had never known before.
I was afraid of heights.
I wasn't up for very long of course, my mother was very attentive, ad as soon as she saw me up in that tree she, freaked, out. After all, I had spent the last several weeks pretending I was a dragon, i'm pretty sure she reached the some conclusion as everyone else did. I was so petrified that I was going to fall that was bear hugging the limb I was sitting on. It took a further ten minutes for the fire department to get there and a good half an hour and too men to literally pry me off the tree branch and down the ladder. i was grounded for three weeks for the ridiculous stunt. i didn't even mind.
I've been terrified of heights ever since... which is pretty ironic because I still have dreams about flying and wish I was a dragon. ah well.