On our trip to New York in 2000 we didn't get up the Empire State Building because there was too much cloud cover so I didn't have to be brave.
While Husband was making his way to the top of the Twin Towers I was stuck in a small hotel room interviewing my cop for the book I was behind schedule to finish writing so Husband alone had to psyche himself up to step out onto the glass floor and look straight down from the top.
And making my way up the inside of the Statue of Liberty I threw a wobbly and had to battle against the crowds to get back down. (In my defence I think I did stick my head out on to the balcony just to say I had. But I might be making that up.)
And it's a good job there wasn't a huge queue at the Blarney Castle although I did manage to get in the way of a few people as I walked back and for and um'ed and ah-ed over whether I'd be able to lean out backwards and kiss the blarney stone
It didn't work though: I still don't have the gift of the gab.