My nightmare is a reality

There's something about heights that will forever terrify me. I don't recall any traumatizing experiences with heights as a kid or anything, and I'm not even sure what scares me about it (the fear of falling, maybe?). Either way, feeling this small and close to danger blows my mind in the worst way. Enter the Sears Tower Skydeck.


103 stories off the ground? An inch and a half of glass for support? I could see how some people would enjoy it...kind of. I might as well save the admission fee and just sit in a room full of spiders and circus clowns with the lights off. NO THANKS, I'LL PASS.