Just got back from The Secret Kingdom book signing event in the beautiful state of Virginia.
Being that we were so close to Washington, D.C., we hopped on a train and spent the day sight-seeing, visiting the museums and walking around our nation’s capital surrounded by cherry trees in bloom.
I must admit I was a little anxious, because I knew at some point I would encounter the dreaded Lincoln Memorial.
It is a little known fact that I have a bizarre and somewhat embarrassing fear of unnaturally large things.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, my husband Richard told me that the giant Lincoln comes alive at night and eats tourists. Although that mental image actually made me shudder, I figured we’d be okay as long as we got out of there before nightfall.
Standing at the base of the stairs leading up to giant Lincoln.. my heart was pounding, my legs felt weak and I broke out in a cold sweat.
In this picture, I seem to be leaning slightly to the right.
Actually, I was cowering in fear at the terrible sight of enormous Lincoln.
It is always good to conquer your fears and do something that scares you..
But I swear I saw his finger twitch.