Personal Narrative Analysis

In many ways, individuals often struggle against their fears. The time I experienced this was when I used to ride steers a couple summers ago. It was a hot July day and my dad and I had just finished helping my Rodeo queen sister get ready for carrying flags to start off the rodeo. After when we walked over to the stands to get ready for their riding, I was gearing up to ride one of those beasts they call steers, thinking I was going to get killed. After the national anthem, the rodeo began. I then put on my chaps, helmet, gloves, etc. and I was ready to rock and roll but I was not up for another few rides so I got to watch every single rider before me get bucked off and get the wind knocked out of them in front of everyone. Watching all those riders fail I watched myself out there getting thrown after three seconds and breaking all my bones in searing hot pain. You could say I was not ready to go out there. My dad looked over and saw the fear in my eyes so he bent down looked at me and said,
“Hey, you’ll be okay this steers got nothing on you.” I then remembered when I used to be scared of thunderstorms. I used to hide under the table like a scared puppy until my dad would show me the thunderstorm had nothing on me and that it could never hurt me, …show more content…
So in a not so confident walk, I forcefully ignored my fears and shakily walked to the chute, climbed over, tied the rope around my right hand, lifted my left arm, and waited. While I waited for as long as what felt like an eternity everyone around was either cheering me on or getting ready to pull the chute open and I sat there feeling all the fear I tried to ignore build up inside me. I tried to calm down by breathing in and out drowning out all of the noise the crowd, the steer, the airplane flying above the fairgrounds, everything except my heavy breaths weighing me down like an anchor which were probably destroying the steer’s