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I can remember the first time I realized I was afraid of heights. I was four and I chimed the pool ladder, I looked back to see if my grandmother was coming, then I got sacred I was so high up, and then the most terrible happened the ladder started to wobble and, before I knew it the ladder was going down and so was I. I have a scar for on my elbow for that accident to this today.
AS I got older my fear of heights never went away, if anything, it got worst. Once, my old brother dared me too chime a tree and I got stuck for two hours until my mother finally coxed me down. I haven鈥檛 chimed a tree since.
I was always afeard I would miss so much life because of this fear, things I would never see all because if the fear. Thing I would never see because I was too afeard to fly on a plain and I hated it more than anything in the world, but I was bound to get over the fear. Now I didn鈥檛 jump on an air plain. I went for baby steps.
One day I picked up the phone to call my brother, because when he was a child he too have been afeard of heights, but magically got over it. I always thought he grew out of the fear, like kids do with the boogey man, but after calling him I found otherwise. It turned out our Aunt helped him get over it, and now he going to help me. 鈥?I鈥檒l pick you up on Saturday so we can go to kings dominion.鈥?He said, ending the call.
鈥?What, why?鈥?I said, but he already hangs up the phone.
So, when Saturday rolled around I waited and a five till noon he showed up. 鈥淥k,鈥?I said getting into the car. 鈥?Why are we going to kings dominion?鈥?I asked, but I had this funny feeling I already knew the answer.
My brother smiled, put the car in drive and off we went.
鈥淥h, no!鈥?I said, backing up.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not even the highest one.鈥?He stated.
I gulped. 鈥?It鈥檚 high enough.鈥?I looked up at it again, It was tall, very tall, and wooden. It was a fikkin roller coaster!
鈥淥h, come on. Amberli鈥?look.鈥?He pointed at two kids about ten years of age. 鈥?Little kids are getting on it.鈥?br>
I could feel my eyebrow rise. 鈥?Brave little kids.鈥?I could hear him take a deep breath. 鈥淎lright, come on. Were getting in line.鈥?He grabs my hand and pulled me along, for some reason my feet followed.
Ironically, the line moved very fasted and before I knew it or could protest I was buckled in the seat.
鈥淎re you sure this is a good idea, Cody.鈥?I looked for reassurance. I didn鈥檛 get any; Cody just smiled at me, and then looked forward.
All of a sudden the coaster jerked forward, swiftly, I pulled on my belt to make sure it was tight, then we were off. The part of the first was the most evil that the slow annoying inclined I just hated it. I was getting more and more nervous and scared of ever click of the melt chain. Then suddenly we stopped and now I had my change to look down, oh, we were high. 鈥淯h, Co-鈥?That鈥檚 about all I got out before the roller coaster of death plummeted downward, My stomach went straight into my throat and stayed there the rest of the ride.
I was so preoccupied about keeping my glasses on my face and not hitting a wall, that I sworn I was going to hit, I totally forgot about being afraid of heights. However, I鈥檓 not I鈥檓 cured of my fear, I鈥檓 not, but I did take the first step getting there. Hi -
I'd like to help, but it would be easier to mark corrections for you and show you what you need to change but I can't do that in this forum. I just sent you an email. Email me if you want me to help out. (You have great potential!)
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