Walking the Fence

Growing up as a Army brat (dependent) had it advantages. I was surrounded by many other Army brats who all knew the drill. Quickly make friends, go to school and take part in school activities, and most important was to hit the playgrounds in the housing area.

When living in Giessen, Germany we lived in Marshall Housing Area. There was Chapel Hill where we could ride our snow sleds, playgrounds that had swings, monkey bars and other playground equipment and dirt areas to play marbles.

Many of us, including myself, loved sliding down the bannisters in our apartment buildings. The sound of “wheee” could be heard from the long building from the housing area when children slid down the bannisters. The buildings had three stairwells with four floors. The fourth floor center apartments had eight bedrooms which previously housed maids. For the Army, these apartments were used as temporary quarters (housing). When sliding down the bannisters in the stairwells, for the most fud it was best to start on the fourth flour and end in the basement .

And there were plenty of roads within our housing area to ride our bicycles. Although I didn’t have a pogo stick or stilts, friends would allow me to use theirs so I could try these out.

We also had the opportunity to play in the snow as well as swimming at the pool on the Army post.

One of my favorite things to do was to walk along a fence on top of a cement sidewall. The cement wall was on a drop with a fence on top. The drop was about fourteen feet deep. Children would hold on to the fence while side walking on top of the cemented drop.

One of the many times of making that walk, I fell to the group when I was about two-thirds along. I don’t remember falling, nor remember feeling anything unusual before falling. I must have passed out after falling and woke up crying and there were a circle of children around me to see if I was ok. My older brother, Glenn, was one of the children there in the circle. Glenn walked me home while I cried until we got home.

Once home it was determined my knee (can see the scrape in this picture) and chin were scraped. Mom took me to the doctor to be checked out in case there was something else that was not noticeable.

Never could figure out why I fell. Seems after that happened I became more and more afraid of heights. Vestibular issues have been part of my adult life; possibly it began when I was a child and played a part in my fall.

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