Me, too. Just looking down makes me queazy. Skiing doesn’t. Guess it has to do with control or something.
Why is that? Not afraid of flying either.
I got married in June 2001, but I had some commitments I could not break. So after 9/11, I flew to Tennessee to be a bridesmaid in my niece’s wedding. Then from there flew to San Diego for a seminar for four days, while we won the World Series. Arrrggg! Then flew back to AZ.
Somewhere in there I was flying out of an airport in Florida after a cruise with my husband. It was the day after the shoe bomber and the same airport. Did not bother me a bit. But if I look down into the Grand Canyon, I am shaking.