It's amazing how looking back into the past can help you rationalize the present. I never really had thought too much about my feelings about v* before the incident on the ride, but now that Iam thinking about it, I agree with missgoddess that there is a very thin line between obsession and phobia. I still don't really understand how my brothers walked away unaffected while I got stuck battling this phobia. It's so unfair!! Thanks for your thoughts, guys!