E is for Elevator
We ride in elevators all the time, and most of the time we don’t think about it all. They’ve become commonplace over the years. But one of the scariest ones I was on recently was in Las Vegas. I went to the Paris Casino to ride up to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I’m afraid of heights, but I figured that since I would be inside a building, I would be okay.
But this elevator had glass sides. So as we rose, the world dropped away. My stomach dropped with it, and I kept wondering if I had lost my mind for trying this. I must have looked quite alarmed because the guide said, “We’ll be up in 90 seconds.” That seemed like forever! I stared at my feet, and then the elevator stopped. I felt like a cat hopping out of the box after a trip to the vet. I’m sure, if I had fur, I would have had that mashed down fur look. But after a few minutes, I was okay, and marveled at how high I was. I was even higher than all the casinos and I could see all of Las Vegas! It turned out to be a marvelous experience that I’m glad I had.
QUESTION FOR YOU: What’s a place you’ve been to where you had to experience a bit of danger — real or perceived — to enjoy the adventure?