I never will understand people’s obsession with heights or being suspended in high places. I’m OK in a plane, but leaning over a high object looking down toward certain death has no appeal to me.
If you are as clumsy as I am, you would understand. My mother didn’t name me Grace for a reason.
This is why I always thought the glass box observation areas on the Willis Tower, formerly the Sears Tower, in Chicago was a bad idea. The boxes are enclosed but the view is a frightening image of the street thousands of feet below.