When I was younger I couldn't go on the Big Wheel at fairgrounds, I used to panic as I went over the top. I once walked along the pier at Lyme Regis, and even though there was a wall on one side of it I had to crawl back, much to the amusement of everyone watching. Then I made the big mistake of taking the lift up the Eiffel Tower. I was facing the glass door and I almost fainted as the lift began moving upwards. A young couple helped keep me on my feet and when I fell out at the top I thought I would have to stay up there for the rest of my life. In the end I got to the middle of the lift, grabbed hold of the pole, shut my eyes and prayed. Now I can't even look at pictures of people in high places who are looking down towards the ground without feeling sick. Yet I don't feel the same in an aeroplane.