My Fear-Narrative Essay
The Fear I Will Overcome
I have this fear. It causes my knees to shake. I break out in a cold sweat. My heart starts to beat at 100 miles per hour and I get light headed. I am crying inside but try to act strong around people who think that I am the toughest one there. The thoughts of certain death run through my mind as I imagine my own funeral. My stomach feels strange. My palms are clammy. I am terrified of heights. Of course, it is not really a fear of being in a high place. It is the view of a long way to fall, rocks far below me and not having anything around me to hold on to. The scary heights of rides is one example of my fear concidering the first time i went on one of the fastest and tallest roller coasters.
It was a hot summer day in 2010. My sisters, my parents and I were on our way to Canada's Wonderland. my youngest sister loves to talk about everything especially when it comes to something she is very excited about. The "are we there yet?" and "hurry up i am bored sitting back here" get really annoying after a while. the one subject she would not stop talking about, was how much she wanted to go on the roller coasters. I felt my stomach start to ache as she said the "r" word." My friend Cassidy said she liked the big roller coaster there" she mentioned so excitedly. I was definitely not interested in that particular subject. After our 1 hour drive of sitting in a crowded truck with my two annoying sisters we arrived at Canada's Wonderland. i looked up and i could see the top of the roller coaster. It looked to be getting taller and taller the more i looked at it.my mom got me my wrist band and we walked into the park. there were people everywhere and lines as long as the Great Wall of China. well in my eyes they looked that long. I could see in the distance people getting off the 'Night Mare' ride. They could barely stand. Some kid ran straight to the garbage can and threw up. i was hoping that was not going to be me later that day.
"Lets go on the
I have this fear. It causes my knees to shake. I break out in a cold sweat. My heart starts to beat at 100 miles per hour and I get light headed. I am crying inside but try to act strong around people who think that I am the toughest one there. The thoughts of certain death run through my mind as I imagine my own funeral. My stomach feels strange. My palms are clammy. I am terrified of heights. Of course, it is not really a fear of being in a high place. It is the view of a long way to fall, rocks far below me and not having anything around me to hold on to. The scary heights of rides is one example of my fear concidering the first time i went on one of the fastest and tallest roller coasters.
It was a hot summer day in 2010. My sisters, my parents and I were on our way to Canada's Wonderland. my youngest sister loves to talk about everything especially when it comes to something she is very excited about. The "are we there yet?" and "hurry up i am bored sitting back here" get really annoying after a while. the one subject she would not stop talking about, was how much she wanted to go on the roller coasters. I felt my stomach start to ache as she said the "r" word." My friend Cassidy said she liked the big roller coaster there" she mentioned so excitedly. I was definitely not interested in that particular subject. After our 1 hour drive of sitting in a crowded truck with my two annoying sisters we arrived at Canada's Wonderland. i looked up and i could see the top of the roller coaster. It looked to be getting taller and taller the more i looked at it.my mom got me my wrist band and we walked into the park. there were people everywhere and lines as long as the Great Wall of China. well in my eyes they looked that long. I could see in the distance people getting off the 'Night Mare' ride. They could barely stand. Some kid ran straight to the garbage can and threw up. i was hoping that was not going to be me later that day.
"Lets go on the