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I’m happy to lean against the railing of my apartment balcony and watch the world go by, five hundred feet below. JP calls it the “Balcony of Terror.” That’s funny.
I love riding tall roller coasters, rising to dizzying heights and then plummeting, weightlessly, at record-breaking speeds. Love it.
Then, one day when I was living in Toronto, I took an out-of-town visitor to the top of the CN Tower. The observation deck sits 1,200 above the ground and on the first level of it, there’s a glass floor for visitors to walk on.
I thought, “Oh, cool!” and sauntered right over to it.
Within one step out on the glass, a hot wave of adrenaline shot through me like a bullet. I scampered back like a scared kitten.
That glass floor, needless to say, is intense.
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Ok, that freaked me out and it was just a picture.
ReplyDeleteMakes the Balcony of Terror look like a brownstone stoop.