While on our visit home I promised Thomas we would go to the CN Tower. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I immediately regretted them because I fast realized that just going and looking at the tower, safely from the ground, would somehow not be enough. We were going to have to go up it. And I am terrified of heights. Now, I will be honest and say that there have been times that I`ve been able to get away with not doing something, for example going to the Capilano Suspension Bridge, by pretending that there is a sign that says that its closed that day (a trick that I obviously picked up from my dad who admitted to me some years ago that when I was little and I wanted to go to a nearby park and he didn`t, we would leave the house and he would pretend to peer into the distance and would say “Oh dear! The big kids are on all the swings! Oh, nevermind. We`ll go another time.” Truth was, you couldn`t actually see the park from where we were. So mean)
Anyway, I knew that this was something that we really should do so I gathered my courage and headed for the elevators before I could back out. I planned on also holding my breath to stop myself from bursting out in nervous, hysterical laughter, but then the announcer said the ride up would take close to two minutes BECAUSE OF THE HIGH WINDS (ahhhhhhhh!). I was trying really hard to pretend that I was loving the whole thing and pinned this terrible forced grin on my face. I think I was pretty successful…….
Thomas: Mum! Look! Look down to the ground! We`re SOOOOO high up! Look!
Me: Oh, I am! I am! Yes, very high! Very high indeed! What fun!
Thomas: No, really look!
Me: I am!
Thomas: But you`ve had your eyes closed all the time. How can you see?
Me: I just can, alright. Just look out the window.