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When I was 10, for fun one summer day, my dad brought my sister and me to his jobsite in downtown Des Moines. He always worked on tall buildings, I knew he'd helped build a lot of them in Des Moines.

The building he was working on this day was already built, they were just doing some sort of repair or something on top of it.

We took an elevator clear up to the top. Except - and this was truly the most terrifying part of the whole trip - this was a wobbily, temporary elevator plastered on the outside of the building with brackets and chains and other pieces I wasn't accustomed to seeing around the elevators I normally took.

It was a long trip up.

Once we were up there, we got to walk around and look over the edges to the little toy-cars motoring around the chalkboard streets.

My dad is completely at ease a million feet in the air. This was evident as he allowed us to wander where ever we wished and lean over as far as we dared.

Then once we'd had enough, we climbed back into that ghastly "elevator", I crossed my fingers and we decended back to the big streets.

As I counted myself lucky
for having made it back down alive,
My feet back on the earth,
I kissed my dad good bye

Waving to him on his way
to go back up and finish his day,
The gut-wrenching fear already faded away
Now
I just wanted to feel
that light-headed,
woozy,
light-as-air,
if-i-make-a-wrong-move-I-could-actually-die
exhileratingly tempting
and desirous high.

The highest observation deck in the world, AT THE TOP, in the 124th floor at about 500m height, breathtaking view, BURJ KHALIFA, BURJ CHALIFA, the tallest tower in the world, 828m height, downtown Dubai, United Arab Emirates, Middle East, © Axel Schmies/Novarc