I have done my best not to transfer my acrophobia to my children. I have climbed on walls, looked over cliffs, and taken glass elevator rides as calmly as I could. Yes, I have nearly come undone as we crossed two bridges; the ride over the Huey P. Long bridge just before Christmas had to have been my greatest challenge in recent times.The seats we purchased for the children are bolted to a regular six foot ladder. For a child to sit in the seat, he or she must climb the rungs, swing a leg over, and hold on to the sides as they get the other leg in the bucket. Larien accomplished this with ease. Her fears have nothing to do with heights. Finwe, being younger, needed help from me, but still managed the climb with little whining or worry. Inwe, the child who inherited my fear, needed more coaxing the first three ascents.
As you can see from the photo, she no longer has this fear, at least not of the ladders.
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I was completely wondering about that after seeing the post with you up there. I was also thinking _ GAWD _ she has to drag that down the street to watch a parade. How does this work exactly? Are you renting it from a vendor at a specific location? Or what?
The ladders have wheels! Roll one down. Go back to house. Roll the other one down. We bought them all tricked out from a local hardware store. One has seat belts, hooks on the sides for bead bag hanging, and cup holders for Mom and Dad. A $200 investment for both ladders.
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