Memoir One of the scariest moments on my annual trip to South Carolina happened last year. I was at this really cool science place with lots of activities and rides, it was called Wonderworks. I was looking around at all the families and all the other kids who where about to do what I was going to, lie on a bed made of nails. The nails were facing upwards and looked really sharp, I was paranoid to lie down because I felt like I would get stabbed by 3,500 nails and I would die. Finally I walked around and worked up the nerve to go over to the bed and then I was about to lie down. Slowly I stepped onto the bed on nails and cautiously laid down, surprisingly I didn't really even feel much besides a a little poking of the nails. As I laid
