The time I became afraid of heights

Husband and I love to travel.  (Things may be different now that Baby is here.) We are also very competitive.  We will turn everything and anything into a competition.  (I'll have to document the great Mac and Cheese bake-off of 2009 later.) So where am I going with this?  Can you give an exact date you became afraid of heights? Spiders? Tornados?  Probably not, but I can tell you the exact date, location, and incident that made me afraid of heights.
The date: August 9, 2010.
Location: Wet 'n Wild - Orlando, FL
The Ride: Der Stuka and The Bomb Bay

While in Orlando, husband and I had an "adventure off" as in who would ride every ride and not chicken out. Day One- Universal Studios went pretty well.  We started with the Hulk and ended with Harry Potter.  Side Note - Roller coasters are nowhere near as fun as I remember.  I think I pulled something in my neck the first day.  But I would NOT be out-adventured.
Move to Day Three- Wet 'n Wild. I was doing pretty well, riding every ride and enjoying myself. Enter the afore mentioned ride. So it's a double slide, the right being Der Stuka where the rider pushes himself off the edge and down the slide.  The left is The Bomb Bay, where the rider steps into a capsule and the bottom drops out and the rider plummets down the slide.  Which would you choose?

I made the wise decision to ask the 10 year old in front of me which one was less scary.  In his infinite 10 year old wisdom, he suggested the Bomb Bay noting, you don't have to make yourself go off the edge, the ride makes you go.  I thought, this kid is on to something. So I got in that line.  Husband said 'no way in hell' and got in the other line.  He went down before me. I should have made the same choice. 

As I stood there, waiting to get in the capsule and have the bottom drop out from under me, I began to doubt my decision.  But as I saw child after child enter the capsule without hesitation, I thought, 'I can do this.'  Then came my turn.  I entered the capsule and looked down at the end of the slide where a man with a flag signaled to the ride operator.  As she came to close the capsule door I put my hand out dramatically and said "WAIT!" with desperation and fear in my voice.  To this she just rolled her eyes and answered, "It lasts like 2 seconds."  But I stood there like I was about to end my life; like I was making a life and death decision.  Then I made it.  I got OUT of the capsule and began my walk of shame down the spiral. 

Husband was waiting for me at the bottom, but I appeared next to the slide, not on it.  As I approached him with tears in my eyes, I defeatedly admitted "You win."

Ever since then, even going down the escalator (especially the ones at Rosslyn and Dupont Circle) gives me a little vertigo.  Is it pathetic, hilarious, expected?  Did I set myself up for this?  You tell me.