My Lesson Of The Trip To Key West

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On February 18, 2017, I tried to conquer one of my fears: heights. It was during the trip to Key West, in honor of my mother’s cousin, Ismael’s birthday. As well as to, commemorate his second month being in the United States. Key West is a beautiful city that is enriched by American and Latino history, and wonderful members of the community. It’s peaceful, and relaxing, which makes it the perfect escape from the bustling and hustling that is in the city of Miami. My family and I visited all the tourist sites that we usually go to. House of Hemingway, which is where Ernest Hemingway lived and wrote his books until his death; The 90 Mile Point, the closest point to Cuba in all of the United States; and the Lighthouse of Key West. The Lighthouse …show more content…

It’s just a couple feet.” My younger brother, David said. For him, it was a couple of feet, but for me, it was the Tower Doom. “Mom, can I stay down here, please?” I tried to convince my mom, in fear of something might happen to me. I even used my puppy eyes, but to no avail. “No. You’re going to enjoy it. Just relax.” My mother is an expert in convincing everyone to do her bidding. Reluctantly, I started the journey up the lighthouse. The spiraling stairs have an old railing and is flimsy, since it was built during the early 1800’s. The ascending part wasn’t terrible since I all I had to do was look up. Once I reached the top, I grabbed on to do my dad’s shirt, when I realized that one slip up and I was going to meet the ground quicker than I’d like. Though there was a railing, but you could never be too careful. “Flaca, smile!” My dad was trying to take a selfie of the two of us with the amazing view. The picture captured my fear since I was still scared of the “what if.” “It’s a good thing it’s not raining. Right, prima?” Ismael threw a smirk, as if to taunt even …show more content…

I was able to sit down, and enjoy the fresh air. I continued to breathe in and breathe out, telling myself it was over, and that I’m never doing this ever again as long as I live. “That was so easy! Did you have fun?” David was teasing me, but I ignored him. I just wanted to relax. “Was that your first time walking in the lighthouse?” The worker asked. My mom noticed how I had yet to calm down, and answered for me. “No, this isn’t her first time. Her first time was when she was eleven, but it’s been awhile since we’ve come down to Key West.” “Hey, you were able to do it! Most people can’t. For example, my daughter didn’t walk the lighthouse until a few years ago. All you need is practice and before you know it, you’ll walk those stairs with confidence.” “Very true. You want to do it again?” If only glares could kill, I think I would’ve spent the rest my life in prison. My mom and the worker laughed. I did too. My mom was just happy to see me smiling again. The worker went back to her post and the rest of my wonderful (notice the sarcasm) family kept on teasing me about my fear. The fear of heights is yet to disappear but it has lessened. However, the next time I “choose” to conquer my fear, the feat better be

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