I am scared to death of heights. I refuse to ride a Ferris wheel, they scare me.
I will climb to the top of a grain bin or silo if need be. But I hate it..
Now the weird thing. I love to fly.
I have a commercial pilots certificate for single, and multi engine airplanes and helicopters.
I also have an instructors ratings and and instrument instructors rating. I flew for a living. I flew search and rescue helicopter. Air ambulance, corporate. I taught aviation at the university, I stopped logging hours years ago when I passed 5,000 hours.
I did mainly advanced flight instruction, including teaching aerobatics including spins.
Now I did stop teaching spins when I had a guy freeze up on the controls, after spinning 6,000 ft and the ground coming up fast, I had to punch him in the chest, take the plane back and forth a semi barrel roll to avoid a terrible outcome.
I spun planes after that but never allowed anyone else to touch the controls.
However, if we are going to climb on the roof and put lights on the chimney or some other nonsense, the WW will be doing the climbing.
If she falls I am pretty sure her broom will catch her and fly her to safety.
We went on a family trip to Memphis and St Louis a few years ago, I was scared poopless on the arch and on the observation platform at the bass pro shop in Memphis. I did not walk more than a foot out on that thing.
What kind of idiot thought glass floors would be cool a thousand feet in the air?