It seems like my mom is shrinking every time I see her. She recently hemmed her pants herself, and I told her she’s fearless. But there’s a fine line between fearless and reckless. I admire skydivers and scuba divers, but you won’t catch me doing any of that. Heights, small spaces, and skiing scare me. Maybe I’ll try a bunny slope, but the Olympics? Not likely. What about you? What are you scared of? What would it take for me to convince you to give it a go?