Personal Narrative: My Life As A Roller Coaster

My longest lasting fear has been the fear of heights. Until the age of thirteen, I had never been able to climb a ladder, jump off the high dive, look off a balcony, nor ride a roller coaster. Due to my uneasiness of heights, I missed out on many opportunities with my friends and family. The first time I ever rode a roller coaster was during the eighth grade, Hersheypark, chorus field trip. At the time, I was not my own person. I followed what everyone else did and that ultimately led me to feel extremely nauseous. When I am on a roller coaster, I experience moments of fear and nausea as I am falling. When you proceed to speed up the tracks, there is a feeling of thrill and accomplishment. Life is brimming with moments where I feel sick and broken down, but then life takes a turn, for the better or for the worse, and you are once again on top and in control of everything you had before.

I was put in a polar-opposite group with accomplished amusement park fanatics; on the other hand, I was an inexperienced teenager who was willing to follow her friends on every single ride. It was a combination of a weak stomach, fear of heights, and fear of speed that made this one of the worst decisions of my life.

My group consisted of Julie, Leidy, Emily, Katherine, and Nick. I was peer pressured into going on the fastest, second tallest roller coaster in the entire park and was not given an opportunity to “warm-up” to the gigantic, metal structures. We waited in line for over two hours because there were complications on the ride, once we were in line, there was no turning back. As we got closer to the entrance, I could feel the adrenaline and energy flowing through my body; my limbs were shaking, I was breathing heavier, and the could almost see stars.

“Guys, I really do not think I can do this,” I