Fear of Heights?

Yesterday, I conquered my semi-fear of heights. While I don't mind being up in high places. I hate drop offs. I'll climb the mountain, but don't expect me to stand on the edge of the cliff and look down. (Although, I will crawl to the edge.)

I climbed the water tower at my Aunt and Uncles Farm. The view was incredible. (I only had my phone camera which is terrible, but you get the point.) Actually, the climb wasn't that bad. Going up was fine at first, and then on the last ladder, (you had to switch ladders twice going up,) I had a second of thinking, "Why am I doing this?". But when I got to the top and watched the sunset, it was all worth it.



Can you spot my Aunt?

We dropped a quarter from the top. It took four seconds to reach the ground. The lady that dropped it looked at me and laughed, saying, "Well, now I know I'm four seconds from my death."