I used to be very afraid of heights. It stems back to my childhood when we were living on the island of Guam. My father was stationed there with the military and I lived there for two years. When I was about 10 years old our family went on an outing and we went to a popular place high up on a cliff with an overlook. We were standing atop it with about a 200-foot drop to the ocean. We’d been watching two really big sharks down below working in unison to ambush bait fish. One would herd the fish towards the other and it would tear into them which panicked them into trying to turn back allowing the shark that was pursuing them to rip into them as well . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/index.php/2020/05/i-aint-skeered-3/