I was five years old when our family was driving over the...

I was five years old when our family was driving over the Allegheny Mountains from New York to Kentucky and the brakes on our car suddenly went out. No one said a word. Dad steered quietly around steep curves safely to the bottom, while I gazed in childish wonder and mounting terror at the deep valley below. That picture haunted me for years.

In the meantime I moved to Florida where there are no hills and few steps to climb, so I did not come to grips with this fear.

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