Scar Personal Experience Analysis

Scary Personal Experience

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Compound Complex

To start this experience, I must admit that I have always been afraid of the dark. Ever since I was little the thought of being alone at night scared me, and it resulted in the purchase of many night lights. Now, obviously, I don't sleep with them anymore. Whether this is because I'm actually over it enough to tolerate it, or that my dad wouldn't allow me to have one anymore is still a good question. This experience, though, does not take place in my bedroom, but far away in the mountains that separate Guatemala and Belize, on the Belizean side.
This summer I was fortunate enough to travel to Belize again. The time prior we had just gone to an island, but this time

we wanted to explore the whole country. In our expedition, we ended up in the mountains. One of the things to do there was horseback ride up the mountains to get to some caves. Although I don't like the dark, I enjoy caves, and enjoy learning about other countries history. After the long ride we got to the cave. Though the cave entrance was very small, our big tour guide squeezed in. From the start we knew our dad couldn't come with us, he has PTSD, and he can't go into enclosed spaces without immediate exist anymore. Immediately upon entrance to the cave, there were scorpion spiders waiting to greet us. When my sister and I inquired if they were poisonous, the guide said he had never been bitten to know. It was so intriguing to see him shine his flashlight where fires used to be behind rocks, which caused shadows to look like faces, eagles, and many other animals.
Now for the scary part of the cave. We went very deep into the cave where there was absolutely no light. Once we got to the spot, he shined his flashlight to reveal an 80-foot cavern within the cave, and he asked us to sit down. With me, him, and my sister sitting down, he told us to turn off our flashlights. This scared me so much. I was not afraid of the death cave to my left, or the impossibility to be able to get out of the cave where I was sitting in under 30 minutes, but the sheer black. Never before had I been in a position where the sun could not hit me, or the roof or ocean waves I was under. There was just me. Me, breathing slowly, waiting for my eyes to adjust which I knew would never happen. It was funny because sometimes I thought I could see my hand in front of me, but it was all just my brain trying to compensate. I believe in the saying by Edgar Allan Poe (or Benjamin Franklin, depends on your sources,) that says, “Believe none of what you hear, and only half of what you see.” I understand this was not really supposed to be taken to the literal sense, but it makes me realize how dependent I was on my sight. My senses were “heightened” or whatever people say is supposed to happen in this situation. For the remaining time, I really just sat there scared that I’d just disappear right into the black that surrounded me.