Narrative Essay On Fear

I'm scared of being alone. Not being able to have someone who I can trust. I have been used and abused so many times before that it soon became normal to me. People walking all over me and saying heart shuttering things about me. But I couldn't stop. How can someone have so much power to shatter you to dust but can also make you feel whole again? There was nothing anyone could tell me that broken the sweet perfect image I saw of you. I had no desire to listen to what the others said about you. But because I immortalized you in so many different ways, soon after my thoughts were perpetual of you. That pivotal moment in my life occurred because I let my vulnerabilities take me other. And I have never done since. I spoke so ardently about you that my dream became inevitable to be about you. But then I knew what you were really doing. Even then I possessed to know the truth instead I felt empathy for you. Because I thought there is always a reason. I grew up with the world being so perfect and pretty that nothing could taint the image of it. So knowing that someone could do something like that, made me weep until the pain was numbed. Yet knowing who you truly were provoked the worst out of me. Never have I known to be depressed or not having the answers. I always knew what to do, I was the best. But now I'm not. You awoke this certain heat within me, every part of my body was on fire. Trying to get me to burst. You never spoke a word yet my mind was always on you, wanting to know everything or anything you were thinking. I let you be my happiness. Whenever you looked at me during class I would always smile and it would be the best day and when you were upset I could sense it. Because you wouldn't lay your sweet brown eyes on me you would instead ignore my presence. Now whatever I felt before is obsolete. You had this overwhelming power over me. You could control all my emotions with just one look and that has truly messed me in so ways that no one knows. However, I keep going. No matter how hard. No one truly knows what I have been through. I don't want it to happen again. I don't want to let my self–go down that dark hole again. Where I could see no light. Where I couldn't sleep because I was scared that I was

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Narrative Essay on Fear of Heights

So I have a little bit of a fear of heights. As the thought of near death runs through my mind, I get nervous, very nervous. My heart starts to beat faster and I start to sweat. I start to envision my funeral, and then snap back to reality just in time to feel my stomach acting funny. It not so much of a fear of heights, as it is a fear of a long fall, to rocks far below me, most likely to kill me. Despite my fear, six years ago I found myself climbing to the top of a high place. A few summers in a row, my friend and I would go to Watkins Glen for a weekend. Our main reason for going is for the several professional car races at the Watkins Glen InternationalSpeedway. A year prior to this, when we were getting ready to head back home, we...show more content...

I kept telling Jay that we should head back down, but he insisted on proceeding up the cliff, and starts to climb higher with total disregard for anything that I had to say about it. I take a few breaths to calm the nerves and think this out. And at this moment, I decide that I don't want anything holding me back anymore, like this fear of heights was. Even though I was angry with Jay

As a kid I was tough, I did anything and everything. But flying scared me. I was in Hawaii and flying was unavoidable if you wanted to go anywhere. My father lived in California so when I decided to visit him I also had to face my fear and fly over the ocean. My want to see my father had to be stronger than my fear or I may never have never had the chance to know him. It was after September 11th so flying was even more intimidating. But knowing my family was on the other end made it easier, so I took my first flight by myself to California. I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I...show more content...

My grandpa told me to be safe and his mustache tickled as he kissed my cheek. I hugged and kissed my grandma then walked to the line. A sign and security employee directed me to place my backpack on a x–ray conveyor then walk through the gate. On the other side was my escort who would take me to the plane. She brought me to the plane and I boarded before the other passengers. I relaxed until the first passengers arrived. I quietly listened to their conversations and waited for the passengers who would sit next to me in the center isle. The doors were shut and still my row was empty except for me. The light to put our seatbelts on glowed as the captain spoke to us and flight attendants acted out safety instructions. At take–off my stomach was filled with butterflies, but I wasn't scared. My body was pushed into the seat but I pretended I was the captain of a fighter jet. When we were stable I discovered that flying wasn't that bad. And the ocean looked beautiful out the windows! I put on my CD player until the played the in–flight movie, Planet of the Apes. I didn't like it so I kept listening to my CD player all the way through dinner. I fell asleep but the sound of the captains voice woke me. He was telling us there was an hour left of the flight. Flight attendants asked us to stow away our bags and prepare for landing. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach again as I anticipated the landing. I felt the plane lose

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The thought of speaking in front of an audience causes fear and anxiety in some people and prevents them in expressing their thoughts. Ability to effectively speak to people is an essential skill to be successful in the workplace. Not only the workplace but expressing thoughts, opinion, and ideas are part of everyday life. Good speaking skills are required to simply convey information. In an organization, managers, supervisors, team leaders, and employees that are required to make a speech need to have skills of good public speaking. Public speaking involves a lot more than just standing in front of an audience and talking. How thoughts and message are delivered depends on a number of factors, such as speaker's comfort level, the nature of the information and most important, audience's expectations. In a workplace, speeches can include impromptu speeches, informal discussion during meetings, presenting project report, selling of a product, and promoting an idea or future plan (Baccarani, & Bonfanti,2015). With the utilization of proper speaking methods, education, training, and...show more content... The fear of public speaking can prevent people from attending events that focus on individual attention and can limit the opportunities required for the progress of their career. According to Pillay (2016), "Fear is your brain's alarm system that is triggered by sudden motions, sounds, or anything that could threaten your safety or survival (para, 2). Fear is not always bad. Primitive reaction to fear is to either take flight, meaning avoid the situation that causes fear or to fight, meaning stay and face the situation to the best of one's ability. There are mainly two reasons why people fear speaking, first is when they are not prepared and second is that are too concerned about themselves

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"I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer" – Frank Herbert, Dune. Life comes with many obstacles, including fear. Fear is tricky, it's one of those that you can never overcome. Once you get over one fear, there's bound to be another hundred just around the corner that you didn't even realize you had. Fear keeps coming after you, it chases you for life and you will never be able to escape it. But, as Frank Herbert said, fear really is the mind killer. It creeps up on you and before you know it, it's living life for you. To overcome fear, you must have bravery. However, bravery is not the absence of fear. Bravery is the triumph despite the obstacle of fear.

Fifty feet, that's approximately how high up I was. Fifty feet in the air, fifty feet away from the ground, fifty feet above my classmates, and fifty feet away from falling to a gruesome death. I took another deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart. Dangling fifty feet in the air, I could hear my classmates yelling from below and the birds chirping all around me. I wished I were a bird, so I could fly and never have to face this....show more content...

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was the first thought that ran through my mind

as our first activity at Astrocamp was announced. Much to my dismay, it was Skycoaster. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. It was almost as if I were the main character in a badly directed teen movie. The world stopped and my life flashed before my very eyes. As my classmates exchanged excited whispers and smiles, I was frozen in fear. My palms began to get clammy as the camp instructor, Jeff, began giving out instructions. The more Jeff rambled on about safety procedures, the more my chest tightened with panic. My hands were slightly shaking as I scrounged my mind for an ounce of courage, but I came up short. I was still entirely convinced that I would die and never be able to watch the season finale of Pretty Little

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Facing fear helps my characters grow and develop through gaining courage and learning how to get through tough situations. By standing up to what scares them most they are able to overcome and from their experiences. For example, Taylor has been afraid of tires since she saw Newt Hardbine's father get flung on top of a sign by an exploding tractor tire. On page 108, Mattie tosses a five–gallon Jerry can at her, explaining "That's 28 pounds of water. 28 pounds of air is about what you put in a tire. When it hits you, that's what it feels like." This makes her feel better, even though it doesn't completely diminish her fear. She says "live free or bust", and goes on with her life of working at a tire shop. Also, when Estevan and Esperanza meet

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Fear is a natural human feeling when put in a situation that makes one uncomfortable or uneasy. Everyone says that, at some point in their lives, they have experienced fear or phobias of some form. In some cases a poor few have to deal with it on a daily basis. I am one of those people. As a person who has experienced these pains, I also know that the worst part offear, is the feeling of being alone. People may say they understand my feelings, yet I know they don't. They don't know the pain I've had to endure. I try and explain to them how I feel, however most people just anxiously laugh off what I've said and try and change the subject. None of whom I've told ever try and consider what I've been through. I never expect them to fathom everything I've been through, I've learned through the years of anxiety and depression that most people don't know how to help, nor do they understand. Imagine a little girl, one of the smallest in her class. She's shy in class and noisy at home. People loved her company, until she turned eleven. No one ever understood what changed, she...show more content... My anxiety morphed into fear of my parents' dying if I wasn't with them. With this fear, I distanced myself from my friends because I refused to leave my parents' sides. I was convinced that I was the one to protect them from everyone and everything. Without me to protect them, it would be their demise. Not only did I not have many friends, I had this anxiety gnawing at my chest during school. The same obnoxious thought ran through my head, "your parents are going to die." Each word beats me harder and harder until I couldn't take it anymore. I started calling home sick frequently. I needed that relief from the monster. This was the only way out. This continued until my mother found out. She then decided that it was time to get help. She took me to a therapist who helped me get over my anxiety after three long hard years. I was the smiley elated girl that I used to

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My Greatest Fear In Life

My biggest fear in life is failure. I always try to prove myself to others and make sure that I can get the task done on the first try. In life, there will always be mistakes made and that is where I am still learning. The fear of upsetting someone because of my own optimal performance can be a positive objective to overcome. Once I overcome that fear I have more choices to do what I want instead of what others want me to do.

The fear of not living up to someone's expectation is a fear that most teenagers suffer especially in high school. High school you are expected to keep certain standards. Your senior year you have to perform your senior exit, make time to do good on the ACT and SAT, and search for a suitable college. Parents will apply stress on their kids and not realize that it can affect their kids in a bad way, but in the end helps in a good way. As a high school senior, I have experienced this situation first hand.

I am afraid of not making my parents happy with my accomplishments, which means that I don't want to disappoint them with any mishaps. I've come to the realization that I can't be perfect for other people. It's about how much work I put in just to prove myself to them despite the outcome. In life, you go through trial and errors and must learn from your mistakes and grow from them.

This fear has limited my ability to do what I think is right. As a person who likes to keep people happy, that feeling of not being able to come through with a completed Get more content

Most people have rational fears. I have both rational and irrational fears. The one that sticks out to me the most is the fear of drowning. That pit in your stomach when driving over a bridge. That you need to unlock the doors just incase you are in an accident. The need to be able to escape. That is just one of the many emotions I feel about water.

Eventually, I came face to face with myfear. It was not somewhere I expected it to be like at the ocean swimming to far out, or diving into a muddy pond and getting caught on something. It was somewhere I thought I'd be absolutely safe. A place where families go on vacations. A place where life guards are right there beside you. We had gone on a family vacation to splash lagoon, but instead of being one of my favorite family vacations it became my least.

The indoor park was booming. Kids where running wild and the place smelled so much like chlorine that I could feel my skin drying out just being in there. There was several rides my mother and I had gone on. We were having a blast. We rode the lazy river so many times, pushing each other into the water falls and trying to tip each others tube when the life guards were not looking. We had decided it was time to do something more adventurous and rode some of the slides. There was one huge red slide that after zipping around in the darkness it dropped you into something that looked like a funnel. While you'd spin around in the tunnel several times then you would drop through a

Personal Narrative: Irrational Fear

Irrational fear was a prevalent aspect of my childhood. On its mission to scare me to death, the heaviest of the weapons that life had in its arsenal was the annual cabin canoe trip over 10 years at my summer camp in Ontario, Canada. Starting when I was 7 years old, for six days and five nights every summer, we covered as much ground as a marathon and carry our weight in food and packs across kilometers of hilly terrain and desolate lakes and rivers. Eating dinners on the lake and sleeping under towering pine trees is some people's idea of relaxing, but for me it was a living hell. Every night I stayed awake shaking in my sleeping bag and getting worked up over every loon call or crack of a branch. But what really kept me up was the fear...show more content...

I knew that I could deal with almost any situation that I might encounter. My last summer at camp included the longest canoe trip of my life and ended up being the highlight of my camp experience. I learned that being calm, cool and collected paid off, and that if I was able to harness this strength, I could keep any situation under control. This new awareness gave me confidence to do things that once made me cripplingly anxious. Looking back on my experience with Dylan, I realized that I could handle being the "adult" in a difficult situation without looking to others for support. After my last summer at camp, I realized that part of my camp experience was not only learning to be independent, but learning the power of independence. After my last summer at camp, I asked out my first girlfriend, I joined school clubs and I made meaningful connections with many of my teachers. The experience with Dylan made me realize the power that I have in me to get results that I want and navigate towards a future that I want for myself, Every time I feel overwhelmed by a situation or something seems unobtainable, I think back to that day in Algonquin Park when I took a difficult situation into my own hands and pushed through the barrier of "I can't handle this" and I started living my life to the tune of "It's all up to

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Living with Fear I used to be bold and fearless, until I was attacked by a group of men. Even though, my friends have known me as a fun loving and an outgoing girl. The incident took my happiness away and made me reserved. Living with fear is a terrifying way of life. Now I would rather stay home and be safe than enjoying life surrounded by strangers. The attack that changed me forever happened when I was Seventeen years old. I was a high school student, so excited about my first love Danny. Though, we were going to the same school, we never had the chance to talk. Danny had sparkling eyes with dark eyebrows. Looking at the smile on his face, I have thought of how fun it would be to spend time with him. After months of staring at each other, Danny asked me out. I couldn't believe that he liked me too. I just whispered and said ok without blinking my eyes. We mate later that day and started walking quietly. I can hear myself breathing so deep. After several minutes, Danny broke the silence and said, "I was afraid to ask you out?" I smiled and turned my face away from him. I didn't want Danny to see me blushing. He kept trying to open a conversation, but I kept mumbling. The sun was going down when I noticed that there was no one around. I began wondering how far we have come. Then, I saw four men sitting on the side of the road, one of them walking towards us. "How are you doing guys?" This was the first thing the man said. He had muscular body and deep voice. Before we answered, he looked at Danny and said "Can I talk to you for a second?" He shook Danny's hand and took him few steps away from me. In the meantime, the rest of them started coming to me. At this point, I knew something trouble is going to happen. I remember my knees shaking. Yet, I managed to run. I never knew I can run that fast. Two of them started chasing me and the other two began beating Danny as he tried to follow us. Although, there was nowhere to go, I kept running. After minutes, I found a single house and entered the main gate. Then, I heard a lady shouting, "Don't go in there, don't go in there, it is where they live!"

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Personal Narrative: My Fear Changed My Life

I would say my fear is a stretch from the normal phobias of animals or clowns. However, I believe they all manifest from our experiences in life. My fear has always been financial instability. A fear in which I have fought and conquered not only on a monetary level, but on a level that changed the way I saw myself completely.

This concern was the product of poverty and maybe the projection of a parent's own limits. My family was poor and relied mostly on common sense to survive. I was always told that I will never get anywhere unless I work hard and even then, I would have to scrape by in this world. This concept showed throughout the years as I lived in shack after shack and was always the kid with holey shoes.

After becoming a single

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Narrative Essay On Fear Research Paper

Bitten

6th grade

By Kaidence Fine

Have you ever had to face a fear, well I did when I was nine years old I caught a garden snake, and that was the first time I had ever caught a snake. It was not the best experience. It was late August and my cousin Juliette, my sister Alivia and I were looking around in my dad's back yard for garden snakes.

We were poking around with a stick and my sister saw something moving under our brown labs paw. My cousin poked it with the stick and it struck at the the stick. She found out it was a snake. My sister and I were terrified, screaming our heads off, and getting ready to run into our house. My step mom came out from in the house and picked it up and put it in a container. We sat there and looked at

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A Night of Fear

Have you ever been in a situation, where you have to choose a spiritual path, the good way or the bad way? Well I was in that situation quite a few years ago and the way I chose was dire….

The old preacher used to say to me, 'let Jesus come into your heart' but I wouldn't listen I always used to think that, that was for the older people. I used to think, why not enjoy my youth, why should I deprive my self of going to party's, getting smashed every weekend, taking drugs why should I deprive myself of all this enjoyed because I've given my life to Christ. Why? Am I insane giving up all this enjoyment just for Christ! But what I didn't know was that all this avoiding of...show more content...

If one stung you will be in pain for five mouths non–stop. But regrettably all this information I did not take in I did not ponder on her precious words, which were so powerful. I keep on thinking back looking at my life thinking to myself why didn't I take in all she said. Why? I weep everyday thinking of what my life could have been like so know I can't rectify my previous actions know…This is how all of what my mum said came to passГўв‚

It was on the 3rd November 2003 when it all happened. That day my mum was acting a little strange, she didn't say 'good morning' as she normally would do but she just stayed up stairs in her bed reading her bible and praying. She said something to me that morning that made a chill run down my spine 'ask Jesus to come into your life today before it's to late' but me, my typical self just brushed what she said aside. Around 4.00 o'clock that afternoon my mum went to the church, it was unusual for her to go to the church at that time this created unease inside me. She came back around quarter to 10, she face

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Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Roller Coaster

Roller Coaster... that word frightened me as a child. I was always the kid that sat on the bench with my grandma when we went to amusement parks. I would sit and watch my mom, grandpa, aunts, uncles, and cousins ride roller coasters and it terrified me. They always told me that they were so much fun and that I would love them and they are not scary. Well to me they seemed scarier than flying in an airplane while it was storming. In about 2013, my fear of roller coasters finally ended. When I was invited to go to Florida with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. But the catch was that we were not actually going to the beach like my cousin and I were told. I went to the beach with them before and we always had fun.

I packed my clothes, and my swimsuit for the "beach". My mom dropped me off at my aunt Tiffany's house. We packed the car, I stayed the night there...show more content...

Seeing that was a little more comforting, but what wasn't comforting was when we got into the cars and a woman came over the intercom and said.. " please lay your heads back on the back of the seats to prevent whiplash or neck injuries". Wow that's nice, but I went ahead and laid my head back so this roller coaster wasn't even worse.

We put our cell phones in the holding pouches and the safety bars came down over our shoulders and locked in place. I was terrified because the safety bars had handles on them, which meant holding on is usual. I was screaming in my head but completely calm on the outside. This steel death machine took off at a incredibly fast speed, I was panicking, my adrenaline levels had spiked. It was dark, except for the neon signs and what looked like roads. "Dream On" by Aerosmith was playing so loud that you couldn't even hear anyone yell in the seat next to

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Whether it's a full–blown phobia or something that just scares the crap out of you, we each have that one thing that makes us weak in the knees. Maybe it's ghosts, clowns, or even spiders (really?). For me, my biggest fear is of being buried alive. No, of course this is not rational. But in my defense, most people's deepest, darkest fears are irrational. That's part of why they scare us so much. My fear falls somewhere between a phobia and something that keeps me up on those dark, lonely nights. My fear even has a fancy name: Taphophobia.

Before the days of modern medicine, this wasn't just an irrational fear; it was a real occurrence. The hysteria was especially rampant during the 18th and 19th centuries, when cholera was at its worst and people were dying everywhere. The number of cases of people being buried alive is shocking. Can you imagine what it would be like if you were buried alive? Complete darkness, with no room to move. You had limited air and no food. You would starve to death, but quite possibly go crazy first.

The fear was only made worse by Edgar Allan Poeand his horrific works of literature. He thrived off of the hysteria, writing short stories such as his 1894 horror tale, "The Premature Burial." His work perpetuated the publics panic. Being buried alive was a common theme in Poe's stories, as it's highlighted in his books "Berenice, "The Cask of Amontillado," "The Fall of the House of Usher," and the short tale, "The Black Cat."

Narrative Essay About Fear

She screamed, "WHERE DID THE BUG GO?" He yelled, "I'M NOT CLIMBING THAT LADDER!" I asked, "Am I ready for college?" President Franklin Roosevelt once said, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Throughout my elementary school years, multiple teachers asked me to write a poem. I wrote my first poem in kindergarten with Miss Maggee at Collegium Charter School. Surrounded by white walls and colorful posters, I put my pencil to the paper. She asked me to write a fear that I had. Mrs. Buckley asked me to complete the same task in fourth grade at Starkweather Elementary School. Fear. Fear is included in a biography poem. For years, I would write the most common fear my classmates had, whether it was heights, bears, or clowns. Why couldn't I think of a fear? Why did my classmates each have a specific fear? What do I fear? As I asked myself these questions, I found my answer. I am afraid of failure. The...show more content... My sister, for example, screams whenever she sees a bug. A stink bug, a bee, a butterfly. She grows nervous the closer the bug gets. Eventually the bug goes away. Failure is not a tangible object that I can juggle with my hands. Failure is my fear and my fear is failure. Franklin Roosevelt, a Democratic president, was in office when the US Social Security Program was introduced. Established in the 1935 Second New Deal of Roosevelt, the Work Projects Administration (WPA) allowed unemployed citizens to apply for work in public service areas. At the time, the United States of America was struggling from a financial crisis known as the Great Depression. Millions of dollars were lost. At the time, people were terrified. Roosevelt aimed to provide assistance to the poor and elderly, especially those who were unable to find work. Instead of following the citizens in their terror, Roosevelt overcame the fear of the country's economic failure with a series of acts under his Second New

We Talk About Fear

In history class we would learn about World War I, and sometimes I would forgot that my own grandfather had participated in it. Learning of all the terrors of war and yet, my grandpa stands before me today. I could not begin to imagine partaking in such dreadful circumstances.

As a child, I had a lot of fear. I was scared of the dark, storms, and scenarios I created in my mind. These are all of the usual things kids fear, but for me, it seemed so intense. I could not begin to understand how my grandpa was able to with stand such things. In an effort to, I ask him.

"What was is it like being part of the United States Army?" I ask.

"Though I was not in the forefront, Infantry Basic Training was pretty intense. We were

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My Fear– Personal Narrative Every child, teenager and adult has experienced anxiety, fear or worry at some time in their lives. Everyone has their own phobias. Some are just temporary whereas others just linger, haunting them forever. Life allows us each of us to experience challenges in our own way. But when these challenges become almost impossible to complete, they become long term problems. When faced with fear, one looks for the easiest route out, but in my case, there were no signposts. There is one part of my life that I vividly recall. I don't really know when or how it started. Maybe I'd had it all my life or maybe it developed at a certain age. Perhaps, that will remain an unsolved ...show more content...

I didn't know why this was happening and felt that I had no control over my thoughts or fears. By this stage, I would have persistent nightmares of my house burning down where everyone in the building would escape, with the exception of me. I remember how I felt after being awoken by the fear of death. It was a feeling of confusion and I didn't know why this was happening. My phobia totally disabled me and at the time I found it difficult to relax. I live alone with my mum and she was unaware of what I was secretly going through. At the time, I never really opened my eyes to the fact that I had a problem. I told myself that it was just a phase and that I was fine but deep down I think I always knew that this was untrue. Another habit of mine was counting syllables of words. Whenever I would see a shop sign I would count the syllables of the words written and would ensure that the number of syllables did not exceed sixteen (my favourite number). One evening, a friend of mine had visited my home for dinner and I could do nothing but worry about the food overcooking and causing a fire. It would not leave my mind and was all that I could think of. That is when I noticed that my actions were odd. I almost immediately logged on to the internet and searched for fire related obsessions.

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The last time I was challenged or scared to do something wasn't that long ago. It all started at the fair in October. I went with my friend, Olivia, with her sister and her sister's friends. This may not seem scary to you, but it is one of my biggest fears. Roller coaster, yep, that's one of my biggest fears. I am afraid of heights, drops, loops, and turning roughly, which all contribute toroller coaster rides. My mom usually tells me, "Just do it Savanna" when I am too afraid of doing something. I mean I still like to have fun, but my fears get in the way of that sometimes, I mean most of the time. I was determined to not let my fears get to me this night and just have fun with one of my best friends. There were so many rides to go on and she loves roller coaster like there is no tomorrow. She told me, "That we can just do the fun house if you want" because she knew I was scared of roller coasters. But as I said I was determined to step outside of my comfort zone. We then went on this swings ride which looked really scary to me, so of course, I hesitated like any normal person would do when facing their fears. Olivia had persuaded me into it. I am now glad she did because that ride was so fun. When I was in the air I wasn't even thinking about the downside that I would fall and die or something like I usually do. I just had the time of my life. When the ride came to an end, we started walking around and looking for a new roller coaster to ride. She wanted to go to a