On Sunday, I rode the big ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier. Ferris wheels always make me a wee bit nervous. I'm not sure why--and it certainly would never stop me from going for a ride--but I get butterflies in my stomach every time I'm at the front of the ferris wheel line. Something unsettling about being in a bucket in the sky, I guess.
I feel the same way about: public speaking, going up the hill on a rollercoaster, when a plane is about to touch down, and buying high ticket items (even if I can afford them).
Truth is, though, I kinda like the apprehension.