My Worst Fear

My worst fear is not something irrational like zombies, nor is it something rational like serial killers; it's more of a concept, yet very real. Mine and many other's worst fear is heights. In fact, I was thrown of by this fear today. I was turning a corner on the second floor of the mall to go down the stairs, I became disoriented when both walls turned into glass and I couldn't tell where the stairs were. I spastically tried to grab the nearest railing to catch myself as if I were going to magically fall out of the closed window. This is nothing compared to when I visited the "Newseum" in Washington, DC. This multi-story building is full of glass walls and railings. We went out on a balcony on the top floor, but I was too afraid to go to the edge of the railing to look down. I felt discouraged, so inside, I decided that I was brave enough to walk up to a floor-length window on the top floor and look down. So I did. Then...I started hyperventilating. Needless to say, I won't be tempted to face this fear again.