How I hate heights, I don’t hate them in a box with a fox wearing socks or on a train or on a plane or in buildings but open space heights, where theres not jack to grab onto to keep you from falling.  My dads in a cast right now and has been for awhile now so he couldn’t get the Christmas lights and I volunteered to do it, not thinking at the time that I would have to stand on a ladder.  The second I start climbing up the ladder my legs start to shake and I’m a little worried, the second I stop climbing I lean forward and put my knees on the rungs as I use a pole to try and get the lights which in turn makes the entire ladder shake only freaking me out more, so I make the wise decision to get off the ladder and just climb onto the roof, a little better but still freaking out a bit because its a lot steeper up there than it appears from the ground.  I could go on about my day on the ladder and roof experience but I would rather just say that I hate heights and they hate me, If man was supposed to climb on the roof he would have extendo legs.