I hate heights. I’ve had this fear since childhood. It may change, though. Let’s commence with the story.
We had taken the students on a field trip to an amusement park on Friday. The adults decided to walk around the park. They wanted to ride something called Fahrenheit. When I saw it, I immediately said, “I’m just gonna walk through the line with you guys, and then hold your stuff, while y’all go on the ride.” [I just realized how dumb of a statement that was, seeing it in writing.] I talked myself into it after waiting for 45 minutes. I had help from my confidants, too (of course). While in line, I thought, “You know, I should do this. I have to do something different. C’mon man, you can do this.”
Fast-forwarding>>>>>>It’s showtime! First, being an inexperienced roller coaster rider, I sat in the seat with my book bag on. I was so flustered, I just didn’t give a f– well, you know what I didn’t give. After the attendant took my bag and hat, I was strapped in. It felt like my breathing was restricted as my heart began pumping slightly harder than it had before. I could feel it thumping in my neck as we road into a 90° position. I was still cool, though.
My friend was strapped next to me, expressing his excitement about the ride. I really didn’t care what he was saying. But at any rate, I was kinda-sorta hearing him, also hearing the girl behind me, as she said, “I’m beginning to think this wasn’t a good idea.” I silently agreed with her sediments. By no means, was I cool about this idea any longer.
My heart began to pound harder, as I also started breathing from my diaphragm (fine time to use proper vocal techniques, smh). As my friend kept talking to me, the last thing I remember saying was,”You’ll be alr….” WOOSH!!!
To be continued…..