Everyone has fear. Some more than others. I am one of those people who would go under the “more than others” category. To me, the word fearless never seems even remotely possible in my life. I've faced many fears before, but I am nowhere near fearless. From that first time I climbed up and jumped off the top of the high dive in second grade so I could meet the standards of my new friends, to killing huge spiders that I would see crawling across my ceiling while i'm trying to fall asleep. However, nothing could compare to the fear of heights that has stuck with me since I was little. That same phobia led to my fear of rollercoasters, a fear I still have today.
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I got out of the car, looked up and remembered again the main reason why I hate roller coasters: heights! We got closer and closer to the rides, and with each step my heart pounded faster in my chest and I was shaking all over. All of a sudden, I looked up and was standing face to face with the biggest rollercoaster in the park. My stomach felt like it dropped 50 feet below ground, and I wasn’t even on the ride yet. My fear came back and it was worse than before. “No,” I kept telling my friends. “I'm not going!” I exclaimed! However, they didn’t listen and no matter how many times I tried to keep telling them, they just ignored me, like I said absolutely nothing. As they dragged me up the steps to the ride, I saw the rollercoaster fly past us with people screaming and yelling. They were having the fun I wish I could have. I quickly looked down, and my body unable to be controlled by my brain, tried to turn around and walk back down, but my friends took my arm and dragged me towards the ride. I needed to get over my fear, but I couldn’t stop imagining the rollercoaster breaking down mid-ride, leaving me stuck there for hours.
The more I thought about my fear, the more I got distracted about getting on. Before I could try to convince my friends to do something else again, I was on the ride. Just making it onto the ride gave me new confidence that I didn’t have before. I confidently grabbed the safety bar and pulled it down. I thought I could do this ride, have fun, and get over my fear. I was wrong. Very, very
“It’s a beautiful August day, why not go to the beach? C’mon, I bet the …show more content…
I got out of the car, looked up and remembered again the main reason why I hate roller coasters: heights! We got closer and closer to the rides, and with each step my heart pounded faster in my chest and I was shaking all over. All of a sudden, I looked up and was standing face to face with the biggest rollercoaster in the park. My stomach felt like it dropped 50 feet below ground, and I wasn’t even on the ride yet. My fear came back and it was worse than before. “No,” I kept telling my friends. “I'm not going!” I exclaimed! However, they didn’t listen and no matter how many times I tried to keep telling them, they just ignored me, like I said absolutely nothing. As they dragged me up the steps to the ride, I saw the rollercoaster fly past us with people screaming and yelling. They were having the fun I wish I could have. I quickly looked down, and my body unable to be controlled by my brain, tried to turn around and walk back down, but my friends took my arm and dragged me towards the ride. I needed to get over my fear, but I couldn’t stop imagining the rollercoaster breaking down mid-ride, leaving me stuck there for hours.
The more I thought about my fear, the more I got distracted about getting on. Before I could try to convince my friends to do something else again, I was on the ride. Just making it onto the ride gave me new confidence that I didn’t have before. I confidently grabbed the safety bar and pulled it down. I thought I could do this ride, have fun, and get over my fear. I was wrong. Very, very