I remember a tv-movie of the mid-60’s in which a little boy played on a balcony of a high building and by accident suddenly dangles from that high balcony. His mother hold his hands but loose – little by little – grip and the boy (for a while) imagines he is floating in the air (and not falling). His mother asked him to drop one of his shoes and this falling shoe is marked by people on the groundfloor and so – finally – the boy is rescued by fireman that comes to save him. I remember – as a little kid – I could not sleep very well the next day in the kindergarten during midday-rest, always thinking on that boy. I got my high-fear from there, i think.