Fears of Peers

As a little girl I loved heights. I’d climb every tree. At 8 I climbed to the roof of a house being built and wouldn’t come down until the entire neighborhood forced me to at Sunset. The higher I got the more comfortable I was. I would revel in the fact that adults feared the heights I’d live in. Then around my teenage years I started having lucid nightmares about being at the top of a mountain and thinking I was going to fall so much that it actually felt like a force pushed me off. Somehow I’d suddenly become intimately afraid of heights.