A new memory

I just remembered an incident that happened while we still lived in Lancaster, so call this a flashback…

Keith took me to see a movie at the old Brunswick Theater, which was on the 2nd floor of a hotel complex. After the movie, we wandered around the 2nd floor area, which was open to the courtyard below. He was teasing me for being scared of heights. I said that I wished I weren’t afraid, but didn’t really know how to get over it.

So, he picked me up (like a baby) and held me over the edge of the balcony, still laughing at me. I was a panicky mess, clinging to him for dear life.

Then he dropped me. I thought I was going to be in the hospital or the morgue for sure. It turned out that there was a large stone flower box hanging from the edge, just where he dropped me. That was just plain MEAN!