MY FEAR OF HEIGHTS

I remember very well where my fear of heights came from I was 5 -6 years old Jimmy was babysitting me. We went over to a girls house on Rudd hill jimmy wanted to be alone but there was no tv’s or stuff for me to do so I would not leave them alone. Jim got upset and grabbed me by the hand and we left. Now this house had a high front porch and no moon outside and so black you could not see the hand in front of your face.

Jimmy walked down the stairs and I, holding Jimmy’s hand was walked off the edge of the porch. No broke bones but I was scratched,scared and bleeding. Jimmy laughed about it.