A HIGH LEVEL PERILOUS RESCUE 1951

It's 1951, I am 3. I am in a large back garden of a bungalow  with a very large laurel hedge at the end, penetrated by oval openings giving access to interior secret dens. The game was to walk on a raised plank between two barrels - so I guess it can’t have been more that 1 mt off the ground. It was proposed that Natalie should play a mother trapped in a burning building escaping across the plank carrying her toddler (me). I begged her not to make me do it, but to no avail.

I was duly carried across, without mishap of course, but I was terrified.

And I have been terrified of heights ever since.

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