Finally the day was Wednesday the 13th of August. I was so excited to be attending the Jackson County Fair with Ryan, my boyfriend, this year. But the one thing I wasn 't excited for was to ride The Ring Of Fire. This was the ride I gazed at from my house, three blocks away. Sixty feet high in the sky, round like a ferris wheel, passengers would sit in a caged style ride, that looped around clockwise and counterclockwise, and occasionally stops at the top. The fire engine red loop reminded me of a hamster, on a wheel who has lost control. We wondered into the crowded Fairgrounds, and reached the line for the Ring Of Fire. I had made a compromise with Ryan, if I were to go on this ride, I got to pick the next one. I knew that I had some
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I was towards the end of summer and my family of six, went to the fair. Each of us took turns picking what rides we were going to go on. The 20 swings twirl around at different speeds and altitudes, was what my sister wanted to ride. We waited in the short line, and then quickly choose our seats. I started to panic as the ride began, the gray swings went faster and slower, and I could hear the metal chains grinding. That’s when I realized that I really had a fear of heights. I was traumatized, and did not ride anymore rides that night.
I knew I was going to be afraid when I got on the Ring of fire, so why did I do it? After seven years of being afraid to go on any rides, I told myself that this summer, before college started, I was going to do things that said I would never do. Like go in an airplane, or go to an amusement park. "I can do this!" I repeated the phrase to myself. I was more worried about what would happen later in life, if I did not try to face my …show more content…
I wanted to ride the SkyWheel in Myrtle Beach. When the opportunity came around I knew, I could not pass it up. The SkyWheel is like a ferris wheel but much bigger. It stood right on the coast of South Carolina at 187 feet tall. Passengers sit in an closed, air conditioned, gondola. This amazed me and scared me at the same time, but I knew I was going to ride it. So Kala, my friend from work, and I got into our gondola, and started to ascend upward. I was so excited, so I did not expect my eleven year old self to come back. I was once again terrified. I spent the rest of the gondola with my eyes closed talking to my sister on the phone. I stayed on the ride the entire time, even with the opportunity to go off. I wanted to be able to say, that I did it. I had just enough courage to ride the SkyWheel. Even if I kept my eyes closed for most of the
I was towards the end of summer and my family of six, went to the fair. Each of us took turns picking what rides we were going to go on. The 20 swings twirl around at different speeds and altitudes, was what my sister wanted to ride. We waited in the short line, and then quickly choose our seats. I started to panic as the ride began, the gray swings went faster and slower, and I could hear the metal chains grinding. That’s when I realized that I really had a fear of heights. I was traumatized, and did not ride anymore rides that night.
I knew I was going to be afraid when I got on the Ring of fire, so why did I do it? After seven years of being afraid to go on any rides, I told myself that this summer, before college started, I was going to do things that said I would never do. Like go in an airplane, or go to an amusement park. "I can do this!" I repeated the phrase to myself. I was more worried about what would happen later in life, if I did not try to face my …show more content…
I wanted to ride the SkyWheel in Myrtle Beach. When the opportunity came around I knew, I could not pass it up. The SkyWheel is like a ferris wheel but much bigger. It stood right on the coast of South Carolina at 187 feet tall. Passengers sit in an closed, air conditioned, gondola. This amazed me and scared me at the same time, but I knew I was going to ride it. So Kala, my friend from work, and I got into our gondola, and started to ascend upward. I was so excited, so I did not expect my eleven year old self to come back. I was once again terrified. I spent the rest of the gondola with my eyes closed talking to my sister on the phone. I stayed on the ride the entire time, even with the opportunity to go off. I wanted to be able to say, that I did it. I had just enough courage to ride the SkyWheel. Even if I kept my eyes closed for most of the