Day twenty five.

Looking down.

So I'm kinda afraid of heights. But this whole month I knew exactly where I was going to take this picture and I'm like 'it's not that high, it will be easy as pie' WRONG. I took Eric with me when I took it and I told him he would have to hold me so I don't fall over and die/break my camera. And I warned him not to do that classic boy trick where they pretend to let you fall, because if he did that then I would overcorrect and then die/break my camera and I would be pissed. Turns out to give me a scare he didn't have to do anything. I was scared enough on my own. I put one leg over the edge and decided that nope, that was just too high and I wouldn't be able to do that. He slowly coaxed me to get a little more on at a time, but trying to pick up the pace a bit, he gave me a slight shove. Not big, it was barely a tap but I was TERRIFIED. So I started screaming and hollering and the majority of what I was screaming was 'Don't push me!!' So people below stopped and stared because they probably thought he was trying to kill me. Poor kid looked like a murderer even though he was just trying to get me to do what I needed to do.