When I was around 12 I was walking back to our car with my parents in a parking garage in Atlanta. I thought we were parked just on the other side of about a 3 foot tall cement wall, so I ran over towards it, intending to vault over it. As I got a few feet away I realized that there was about a 50-foot wide gap in the parking garage, with at least a 7-story fall instead. Fortunately I stopped myself before hopping the wall, but its been a key factor in my fear of heights ever since. My parents would never have known why I did such a thing.
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