Next week's destination.
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That's an awfully tall mountain.
Did you know I was scared of heights? Just like my father, except I didn't realize it until the last few years.
When I look down I get sick to my stomach and dizzy. It's a physical reaction.
Of course, it won't stop me from doing anything I want to do.
I just close my eyes and roll with it.
(Mom will be right beside me holding my hand.)
That's what moms do...
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