It was a beautiful, sunny day in Syracuse. I was spending time with my family during summer break, which is always my favorite time of year. No homework, no worries, absolutely no cares in the world, or so I thought at the time. We just arrived at the New York State Fair for our annual day of fun, and I was filled with the immense thrill that only a child of eleven years can truly feel when she sees all of the rides that she can possibly imagine just waiting for her to enjoy, and feel the wind rushing on her face. Skylar and I chose to go on one of our favorite rides first, which had a name that sends adrenaline coursing through one’s veins: the Fireball. It was a ride that travelled in a single loop, but it was a terrific ride nonetheless.
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I laughed it off when the ride was over, and what could have been a traumatic occurrence turned into a humorous tale, but it has been a dark, ominous cloud over my otherwise sunny existence …show more content…
It has consumed my thoughts whenever I go to a fair or amusement park for a day that should be filled to the brim of thrill-intensive joy. This fear led to my ever-growing terror of heights as well. Whenever I look at a roller coaster, I’m filled with a terrible foreboding, and thoughts of the car departing from its tracks and taking an unforeseen trip of its own towards the hard concrete below flood my mind like a Japanese tsunami. I cringe when I come close to the end of the line to get on a ride, whether it be at Darien Lake, Six Flags, or Hershey Park. When I’m nestled in the car, I always make sure to double check with the attendant that I’m securely in place. Although excitement is typical when one is about to race upward on a momentous, metal mountain towards the clear atmosphere where the Sun looks down upon the Earth, I am filled with a feeling of anticipation and dread. I’ve been known to pray for my safety, as well as that of others before, during, and after the ride. Whenever I read about a story in the news centered around the plight of an innocent child who was victimized by the monstrous metal giant, I feel the utmost empathy for the person. I think about how frightening it must have been to fall victim to the same fear that I constantly contemplate in my own mind. The thought of a fun-filled, beautiful day mutilated by an untimely death gruesomely characterized by fast-paced gore and
I laughed it off when the ride was over, and what could have been a traumatic occurrence turned into a humorous tale, but it has been a dark, ominous cloud over my otherwise sunny existence …show more content…
It has consumed my thoughts whenever I go to a fair or amusement park for a day that should be filled to the brim of thrill-intensive joy. This fear led to my ever-growing terror of heights as well. Whenever I look at a roller coaster, I’m filled with a terrible foreboding, and thoughts of the car departing from its tracks and taking an unforeseen trip of its own towards the hard concrete below flood my mind like a Japanese tsunami. I cringe when I come close to the end of the line to get on a ride, whether it be at Darien Lake, Six Flags, or Hershey Park. When I’m nestled in the car, I always make sure to double check with the attendant that I’m securely in place. Although excitement is typical when one is about to race upward on a momentous, metal mountain towards the clear atmosphere where the Sun looks down upon the Earth, I am filled with a feeling of anticipation and dread. I’ve been known to pray for my safety, as well as that of others before, during, and after the ride. Whenever I read about a story in the news centered around the plight of an innocent child who was victimized by the monstrous metal giant, I feel the utmost empathy for the person. I think about how frightening it must have been to fall victim to the same fear that I constantly contemplate in my own mind. The thought of a fun-filled, beautiful day mutilated by an untimely death gruesomely characterized by fast-paced gore and