At the carnival - reality

You know, I never used to feel this way, but I do believe that phobias are sprouting up like nasturtiums! For example, I used to like the Ferris Wheel. Well, I don't any more. Heights are pretty scary to me. It's very scary to be in a carnival ride and to think "I voluntarily put myself into this physical position where I have no power and if anything happens I'll just be plummeted to my death." sigh. Maybe it's getting old? Maybe it's a mom thing? Regardless, it's DAD's job to ride on the rides from now on. The rictus grin that I had on for the last two hours hurt my cheeks!