Like my mom and sisters, I am afraid of heights. I've tried to get over it. I've been to Pikes Peak on a motorcycle, in a small car, and an rv. I've traveled the highest road in the US. I've hiked to Hawksbill Craig and went to the ledge for pictures. I've jumped at Falling Water Falls. I've ventured out onto the skywalk at the Grand Canyon (to be fair I sat down and scooted back to the building after I looked down). The point is I did these things even though I was afraid and nothing bad happened. My heart probably beat a little faster. So I'm back on the band wagon trying to conquer these fears and I'm going to learn to cut glass. I've had the glass cutter for two years. It's about time to dust it off. Now I'm not going to get carried away. There's no way in hell I will go pick raspberries by myself. The bears like them as much as I do.
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