The fear fall. Eighteen stories high, going down at a speed of around eighty kilometres. My friends and I waited in line for a good ten minutes. My friends waited excitedly. Although I wasn’t. Screams of those coming down from the fear fall replayed over and over in my head. The thought of falling off from the top frightened me. It was the perfect day for an adventure, the sun was shining and the sky was clear. Thinking about the weather distracted me from the concept of going up so high.
As the ride steadily climbed up to it’s peak, thoughts of backing out filled up in my head. I felt that I was risking my life. Though I was just being dramatic. But the thought of getting mocked for being a scaredy cat motivated me to stay put. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and looked beneath my feet and saw people the size of ants. I bit my tongue, trying my hardest not to scream. The smell of pollution filled the air.
We were dangling in the air for ages. Well, it felt like ages. I began to worry and panicked for a bit. Everything seemed to be frozen, and for a moment it was silent. The breeze blew gently on my skin. Butterflies flew around inside my stomach and I felt nauseous. My friends and I braced ourselves before the big fall and before long….
Whoooosh! The ride sped down, racing to the bottom. Deafening screams of my friends hurt my ears. The satisfying feeling of the wind blowing against my skin made me feel like an eagle. The world seemed to slow down, even though we were going at a great speed.
Before we knew it, we reached the bottom. We hopped off the ride and talked amongst ourselves about how much we enjoyed it. Although I was frightened for most of the time in the air, I was glad that I did it. The experience was magical. Just remember at the end of the day challenging yourself may not seem as bad as it is. Give everything a try and don’t give up.
