When I was a small child... my parents and grandparents wanted me to go on a double Ferris Wheel at the state fair. I loudly screamed and protested my disinterest. They couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. But it stemmed from fear, pure and simple. I was scared of heights. Ferris Wheels are pretty tall. I still get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see carnival rides. Especially the ones that fly high. Merry- go - Rounds are more my speed. They are down to earth. And so is the cotton candy readily available at such venues. This week a carnival came to town and I caught this picture of the Ferris Wheel being put together. Notice the missing cars haven’t been attached yet. In my mind they are better left undone, to disable them. Are you scared of something that is seemingly innocent?