I don’t really care for caves because of the chance of collapse and I can’t get out. That’s gotta be one of the worst ways to go.
If I feel like I have a certain amount of control in the situation, I’m usually OK.
Elevators used to bother me a lot when I was little, but I don’t give them a second thought anymore.
Actually, I remember once I got my arm caught in the elevator doors at a hotel. I had to be maybe 4 or 5 years old.
I remember my mom and an employee freaking out trying to get the doors open.
Leave it to me to stick my arm between the doors of the one malfunctioning elevator in the world lol.
At least the elevator didn’t move.
I might not be so “handy.”
