Afraid of heights, that is, deadly afraid of heights, way up in a chairlift, that goes very fast (everything at that height is extremly fast in my mind), and with my two kids sitting next to me, together with their uncle. I’m trying not to scream out loud, but my heart is pounding hard.
Finally, we’re up. And I do it again, and again, fighting my demons. After some tours up and down I can actually raise my head and look at the beautiful view. Its amazing! And I am brave!