This past week PH and I spent three days in Chicago. We treated ourselves to viewing a taping of a NPR (National Public Radio) program we love. While we were there we had three whole days to see the sights.
Now, for a years I looked at pictures of people actually stepping out onto that glass platform and quite boisterously declared they were crazy and there aren't enough underpants in the world to make me do that. I'd die of fright.
As I was leaving, I walked by one of the other window bumps and there was in one, a little girl, maybe two years old, lying down on her back and spreading her arms and legs like she was making a snow angel and her dad was taking pictures. I just stood there on the edge of the glass and carpet and watched her. A woman my age came up beside me, took my hand and said, "Come on. I didn't think I could do it, but I did. I'll go with you." And holding my hand she and I went ALL the way out on the glass. No foot holding back in the room. She held my hand till I started to breathe again and then we left.
I had enough. PH was waiting in the lobby for me so I went to the elevator. While waiting I told the elevator attendant, "They should sell clean underpants in the gift shop."
ADDENDUM: Today I showed the pictures to four-year-old Mikey and he said, "Did you jump?"