Acrophobia: the fear of heights.
Ever since I can remember, I have always had acrophobia. I could barely be more than a couple of feet off the ground before I started heaving and panicking. To me, there was nothing worse than being off solid ground. I had never been in a plane, refused to fly with my dad’s Pokémon back when he was in the picture, and hoped that I would never have to do either.
Oh, I was plenty excited to get my first Pokémon, and I quickly caught and trained a Pidgey without reservations. If someone or something else wanted to fly, I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to be the one in the sky.
So, of course the first gym was the flying-type gym with rafters hundreds of feet in the air and on which I would have to stand while battling. Why wouldn’t it be? I couldn’t blame the leader for making his gym the way he did, and I certainly couldn’t blame him for training birds. Whatever, it wasn’t my call. But I was n