One other thing I remember about our visit to NY was that my mom was afraid of heights. She absolutely would not go beyone the base of the pedestal at the Statue of Liberty, she accompanied my dad and me up to the 6th floor, and since it was winding stairs from then on, she opted to wait down at the bottom for us. As it turned out, some guy tried to pick her up as we were up in the crown
, she had to go stand near a security guard while she waited. My dad and I went all the way to the crown (the tortch was blocked off at the time because it was no longer safe). We leaned out on the crown windows and looked out over Manhattan. What a dream.
But once we were atop the WTC tower, my mom was pretty white in the face, yet she did go all the way up with us. Talk about facing your fear!! She stayed near the door to the stairway though, and would go no further, her fear of heights was pretty severe. I still gotta hand it to her though.