If you don't know me very well by now, I can tell you that I am terribly afraid of heights. I have never liked doing anything that was much taller than a slide at the playground. I haven’t been on many tall things before. I went on a couple roller coasters, but never anything like this. So, when my mom decided it would be a good idea to go zip lining, a shiver ran down my spine. My hands started to sweat profusely. I was terrified. We left the campground at about 8 o'clock in the morning. It was a Saturday, so The Dells was super busy, it took us about an hour to get to the place. It was a very warm morning in Wisconsin Dells. The sun wasn't shining, but it was very humid. But with the thought of zip lining in the back of my mind, I was shivering. When we got to the place where we would zip line, it started to rain and that made it a lot colder for me. We could see this extremely tall tower awaiting our arrival. When I saw it, my heart sunk to my stomach. To start off the time there, we were to be instructed on the proper way to zip line. We had to put on the harnesses that would attach us to the line. We also were given gloves so our hands didn’t get rope burn while sliding down the line. Then, we were told to …show more content…
follow Tommy Boy, he was the teacher, to the practice line. He chose me to help show the "class" the right way to zip line. So, I had to get up in front of everybody and show the right way. Zip lining is very easy to learn. First you have to have your instructor attach the carabiner to the cord. You must always have one hand on the line, but you can't put too much pressure on the line or your hand will get jerked back quite hard. You are supposed to lightly place your hand right above the cord, with just enough pressure to keep you from turning around. Then, he taught us the instructions we were supposed to look for. When he put his hand up, we had to put more pressure on the line to slow us down. Then when he waved us in, we had to let go and let our feet run into the pad. Our instructors were very nice and super easy to get along with. The head instructor’s name was Tommy Boy, or at least that was what it said on his shirt. He was a really cool guy. He cracked jokes almost every time he talked and made everyone laugh. There was also this girl there, she told us about herself and she was from Austria. She was also really nice. She was the instructor that helped us put on our gear. Then, there is the girl at the top of the tower. She was very encouraging and helpful. There was a little kid in front of us that didn’t want to go, so she helped him get over his fear by showing how strong the cable was. She also liked to joke around, because she said if we didn’t jump, she’d push us. Their entire staff was great, I’m glad my first zip lining experience was with them. Back to the story, after we got done instructing the class, we had to walk up the stair to the top of the tower which is the tallest tower in Wisconsin Dells. The entire way up, i got stuck behind my cousin who walks super slow, so i was freaking out. She talked and talked all the way up, she also stopped every few feet. My other cousin ended up leading the group on the way up. He wasn’t afraid at all, so he just kept on walking. Finally we reached the top, but my brother decided to try and scare me even more. He was saying things like, “What if this entire tower fell?” This was making me even more scared. He loves to pick on me all the time, but it usually never affects me. This time it did. There was a long wait until i got to go, but when it was finally my turn I got more and more excited. When we were told to step up, I saw this net hanging off the front of the tower. That had me over thinking everything. I wanted to step down, but I’m definitely glad I didn’t. When the girl up there said we could go, I jumped off the tower with ease.
I looked down at my family, who looked extremely small, and they were taking pictures and waving. The wind blowing in my face, made me feel free. I didn’t even feel scared anymore. I went down the line and had a lot of fun. When I finally hit the pad, my family was there waiting for me. My mother gave me a hug and was happy for me. We walked down the other tower to place where we could watch the video. I had a helmet camera on, so we could see everything I experienced in first person. Watching the video is a lot easier than actually walking up that tower. When we watched me fly off the tower, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe I actually went zip lining. I felt
accomplished. That’s when I realized it, it isn’t a fear of heights, but it is a fear of falling. When you finally realize that, that’s when it becomes easy. I no longer feel scared of going up high, because that is just holding me back from a lot of fun. Thrill is a huge factor in fun, and heights are a big factor in thrill. Once you can put your fears behind you, you are no longer being held back. It’s one of the best feelings in the world to get over your fear. No matter what your fear is, trying to put it behind you is one of the best things you can do.
The next morning we decided to go back to the Grand Canyon to see it in the morning. We drove in and stopped at multiple viewing points that morning and got many more pictures. So when we stopped at some points my brother was climbing around and my mom was freaking out because it was icy and snowy and she was scared he was gonna fall. We also didn't spend a whole lot of time there because it was also only in the 20s that morning.
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
Personal Narrative: My Life in Rollerblades. I have often felt that the people who asked me why I rollerblade were sorry they did. Perhaps they thought they were going to get a quick, canned reply like "I enjoy it" or "Its fun." Instead, they discover that their question triggers a more complex response. There are various reasons why I strap my feet into a pair of boots on wheels each and every day.
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
For years I ignored the zip lines because of my fear of heights; I was caught up in thinking about the terror of the zip lines instead of just embracing my fears and enjoying the thrills. After ignoring the zip lines for years, last year I was finally convinced to go and it was well worth it. The beautiful waterfalls and amazing natural features kept my mind from dwelling on the fact that I was suspended 40ft in the air and protected only by a leather harness and a couple of thin wires.
"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.
I did it. I jumped off. The cold air hitting my face as I plummet towards the gravel. Some panicking, some remained still. I heard one lady scream. Crashed. The pain jolted throughout my body. It didn't hurt as much as the realisation that I didn't succeed. I was still alive. People started to surround me, some dialing 911 to seek for professional help. A man was telling me "Hold on, you'll be fine". I didn't want to hold on.
I have this fear that causes my body to shake. When I think about it, my skin becomes pale and cold. It’s death speeding through my mind. Once I have seen these monstrous roller coasters, the only thing in my mind was fear. Knowing that I’m afraid to go on these rides, I didn’t want to look like a fool in front of my friends. My mind is thinking of deadly thoughts. My palms were sweaty and I was twitching like a fish. I was petrified of heights.
This was a new experience for me, I had never been on a water slide before. We had to walk up so many steps to get to the top. It was very high up, I am afraid of heights and just the walking up itself made me feel butterflies. My Mom and my friends were all encouraging me saying things like "You can do it Logan." "It will be a total blast.
I remember feeling afraid the first time I went on a roller coaster that went upside down. The roller coaster was not that big but I was 14 and nervous. As I waited in line and got closer to the front I thought of turning back, but I decided that I would try it. As I sat down I remember my heart beat speeding up and feeling the need to get off. When the ride was over I realized it was not something to be afraid of but, I still get nervous when I wait in line for it.
I was smacked in the face by a gust of hot, humid Texas air as I found my way off the bus. The once brisk morning was getting hotter by the second. My friend Kristi and I looked towards our left and there she was, the Norwegian Sea. The cruise liner that we would be on for the next week. It was the biggest ship I had ever seen up close. Ten stories high and nearly 1000 feet long. It had an intimidating presence that took one's breath away.
Introduction This paper will discuss the fear of heights, also known as acrophobia and it effect on the mental state of people in different settings. We all have fears of things whether big or small and some may even be irrational or even completely rational fears, and these fears are also known as phobias and there are hundreds of different kinds of phobias. My theory about phobias is that if someone experiences some sort of traumatizing event in their life, then they will develop a rather completely rational or irrational fear based off of the traumatizing event. Many people develop a fear of heights and there are many theories as to how this fear is developed.
After three hours we arrived at our first break stop. We stopped at a section that was on top of the waterfall. The view was amazing and spectacular because we had never seen anything like this. As we continued our hike after several more break stops, and nine more hours of hiking, we finally arrived at the top of El Capitan. Once we got to the top the view was amazing. We could not imagine how beautiful it was up there on top of the world. After about half an hour we started heading back down, when all of a sudden out of no where I felt someone push me out of the way. A man that was in a hurry to get back down pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell of a twenty foot cliff. At that moment in time I could see flashbacks of my life. After a couple seconds of falling I somehow landed between two rocks which shattered my right foot. After that happen every one that was there tried to get help but unfortunately cell phones do not work in Yosemite, but the man that pushed me over the cliff had a walky-talky and he called for help.
The elevation was not friendly to my brother and stole the majority of his oxygen. We hurriedly purchased the overpriced souvenirs and decided to head back down. Exiting the building, we caught a glimpse of the breathless view. My mother noticed that it was in alignment with the Pike’s Peak sign and decided that we should huddle together quickly for a photo. We had a stranger take the picture and we headed down the mountain.
I can clearly remember being in the car on a humid day with a little overcast. We were driving in the car when all of a sudden the wind started to pick up and it started raining a bit. Within five minutes, the weather progressed and there was so much wind blowing around the car that we could no longer hear the radio. I can remember when I saw a stop sign spinning in circles like a “merry-go-round'; with electrical problems. I do not remember how my mother got us home so quickly and where we were because all around us was a thick gray fog. However, all I can recall from that point on was sitting with my head in my lap in the back seat of the car. I never witnessed the true power of nature until this incident.