No. Just ... no.<br><br>I once stepped out of an airplane at 3000 feet, but I'm not going up there. I probably would have called it quits as soon as I came to the ladder.,(reply>), @SomeoneOnlyWeKnow I've always had a profound fear of heights. It didn't help that my parents and gym teachers kept putting me in situations where I'd be forced to "just get over it."<br><br>I'm not sure if it was the fact that I was wearing a parachute that made the difference. It may have been that, at that altitude, the danger was so abstract that my brain didn't recognize it as such. Also, if I fell from that height, I knew I wouldn't get hurt; I'd just die. All I know is, I had no problem crawling out of the plane and standing there holding onto the wing strut, with my left foot on the step and my right foot dangling in the relative wind. When the jumpmaster slapped me on the shoulder and shouted, "Go!" I went.<br><br>I love flying and have a pilot certificate. I went skydiving that one time because I thought it would be interesting. I can stand on a 20th-floor balcony, lean over the railing, and gaze at the street below with no problem. Climb two steps up a ladder? Nuh-uh. Traverse a perfectly secure and safe catwalk 60 feet in the air? Not gonna happen. Cross a bouncy rope bridge 100 feet above a canyon? Sure, no problem!<br><br>As I ofttimes say, my brain is a strange place.