I was riding a Town and Country minivan half way to Daytona Beach when my father told me we were going to do parasailing on the coast of Daytona Beach. I started to freak out in my mind. I was very scared of heights, but if I didnt do parasailing my brother wouldnt do it. So I told my dad yes I will do parasailing. On the rest of the ride to Florida I was thinking about parasailing and how I will overcome my fear of heights. Once we arrived to Daytona Beach we checked into our hotel and went in to our room. We all took a short nap and went to the beach. From the coast of the beach I could see people parasailing. It looked like the people were above the clouds. This made more scared of parasailing. After we came back from the beach we drove
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
I was in a lake house in lake Gaston with my family. With my dad and my brother. My Brother was 17 and my dad was 39.
When I was seven years old I learned how to ride a bike I started of in a less bumpy place then I started in a more crowded area. I remember the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as I rode. My step dad and step brother were both cheering me on. They yelled for me to fall over because I was rolling toward the road. I fingered the ground that was as hard as a rock. I was fine I just got up and brushed myself off.
“Come on, “ my counselor Emily screamed from shore. The quick rapids made it very difficult to dig our paddles into the river. My cabin was stopping to eat lunch on our Tuesday canoeing trip. On Saturday, we had traveled down to Brownstown, Indiana for a week full of friends, fun, and God. My church stayed at a retreat center called Pyoca. Every year on Tuesday, we would go on a canoeing or rafting trip depending on the water levels. Emily, Annabelle, my canoeing partner, and I sat along the sand bank waiting for other canoes to come in. Many other groups slowly went by, while we patiently waited for other groups to come in. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. Canoeing had zapped all of my energy, and had made me really hungry. I began to quickly wade out into the river, so I could help the other canoes come in faster. Someone screamed, “Be careful” from the bank. Nate Epple, a counselor of
One time I faced a challenge I went ziplining. At first I did not want to do it because I did not want to up that high off the ground. Then one of my friends asked me would you go with me. so I said yes. when I got up there to the top of the stairs. I was really nervous. I wanted to come back down. Then i said to myself you can do it.
The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.
I know it was just a ride in a park, but I always think about day when I'm feeling too scared to try something new. I remember what it felt like to fly down that big blue slide. I realize that I might be quiet, even invisible, but hidden inside me is a brave heart.
I have always been known to be the clumsy one in my family, with seven broken bones, but I did not expect that one day I could possibly affect someone else with my clumsy abilities, until now. My family was able to go on a beautiful vacation in Key West, during shark week. We all thought that it would be a great idea to go on a jet skiing tour around the island one day. The first half of the tour my sister drove us and it was a nice and smooth ride. Then, it was my turn to control the Jet Ski, which was our very first mistake. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not a great driver, but I do like to go fast. So if you do the math, a bad driver who loves going fast and is very accident prone in the middle of the ocean, you can tell this equation
I was free falling and screaming for what felt like an eternity but when I hit the water I regretted breathing in at that moment because I got a mouth and nose full of salt water. As my head was above water I coughed up huge amounts of water. I was swept under the water by an unseen current and my head almost instantly hit the side of the cliff and as I was falling unconscious I thought to myself I hope I do not die. After a long while I woke up on sand and gasped. Just as I gasped somebody walked onto the beach from the woods and startled me to my feet.
I am scared of heights. My dad is helping me overcome me fear. I will overcome my barrier in Florida by going parasailing. I will face it the summer.
The boat rocked back and forth, back and forth. As the waves got bigger we slid back and forth on the wet seats. Before we knew it we were rocking the boat back and forth by ourselves, as we rocked harder whole body screamed DANGER. I had to get out of the boat I knew something bad was going to happen. but the boat was rocking to violently I couldn't stand or do much really, I had to hold on to something I reached out and grabbed a side of the boat.
I didn’t know where my god sister or my mom was. I checked to see if I could stand in that particular spot it was deep so I swam to a rock and it literally hugged it for my life. People that were in the river looked at me like I was a crazy person. One person that was rafting said, “you know that you can just stand up.”
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.
I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.
... my determination and self-assurance paid off. Not only did I learn how to climb and to overcome my fear of heights, but I also learned something about myself. I have more confidence than what I thought I did before. Sometimes when I go rock climbing I think back at this moment and just laugh to myself. The struggle, the frustration, and pain, but all worthwhile. I now know when I am faced with a new and uncomfortable situation I’m not so worried or nervous instead I challenge it. Everyone encounters a fear in their life, some walk away and some overcome it, am glad I did. I may feel out of my comfort zone in the beginning, but I know that as I practice and stay persistent being in that new situation and as my skills get better; I will slowly but surely feel more comfortable. It is a truly great, free feeling when you accomplish a goal you have set for yourself.