I’ve never been on a seaplane and I’d love to be aboard one taking off from the Niagra River just before going over the Horseshoe Falls.
We visited Niagara on vacation in July 1960 (I was 11) and arrived just a day or two after a young child fell in and was grabbed and rescued by a bystander just before going over the falls. I've been leery of heights and edges and precipices ever since--they give me the willies, the heebie-jeebies, the creeps.