I can honestly say that it takes a lot to truly scare me... but I definitely have a little thing with heights. Probably because I'd imagine falling to my death would be one of the worst ways to go out, next to drowning.
Last summer I went to 6 flags for the first time with some friends from back home. I knew I would hate it; unfortunately so did my 'friends' and thats why they forced me to go. The concept behind a rollercoaster doesn't really make much sense to me. Some people see it as a thrill... really its just a waste of 2 hours in line that results in 30 seconds of anxiety.
As we stood in line for each ride, my friends argued about who would have the pleasure of sitting next to me and tormenting me along the way. My one buddy even went as far to unbuckle my seat belt as one of the rides started. I probably would have snapped on him if I wasnt too occupied with securing myself into place. After several rides I became desensitized to the whole thing. I will admit that there was a certain sense of relief when we found out that the tallest/fastest coaster (Kingda Ka) was closed for the day.
I plan on facing this fear by keeping my two feet firmly planted on the ground in the future.
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