Prompt: What is your favorite ride at the amusement park? How does this reflect your approach to life?
One cold evening I was walking through a park with my sister. A carnival sort of thing was going on. Cotton candy, amusement park rides, pizza etc. Through the corner of my eye, I saw a Ferris wheel. My sister excited ran off and paid the exactly two tickets, the director asked for an adult, which meant me. I tried to convince her but she wouldn't adhere. Ashamed to tell her, I was sacred I reluctantly accompanied her. The wheel started moving. As the ride maneuvered to the top, screeching noises rose up above all the laughing and excitement down below. "My worst nightmare came alive" my cart was at the very tip of the wheel. I felt my heart racing, so I closed my eye and let my imagination let loose. Slowly and carefully, the cart came down again and went up again. This time I wasn't scared, instead I felt something in the pit of my stomach. Something that felt wonderful, the kind of feeling that makes you want to dance like you were five and it didn't matter if you fell down. I wanted to stay up there forever, but of course I knew sooner or later, the ride will wobble its way down to the end. Right when the thought was inserted in my head, my sister pulled me and her voice weaseled its way through my serenity. "See it wasn't that bad." I thought to myself "yes it wasn't that bad." That moment, I overcame my fear of height and made the Ferris wheel my favorite ride. I walked through the ride with the new philosophy for life that "I have nothing to be scared of, not even the things that are taller than me." I live the rest of my life believing that I have absolutely nothing to be scared of. I can and will overcome whatever life throws at me.
Any suggestions will be appreciated.:)
One cold evening I was walking through a park with my sister. A carnival sort of thing was going on. Cotton candy, amusement park rides, pizza etc. Through the corner of my eye, I saw a Ferris wheel. My sister excited ran off and paid the exactly two tickets, the director asked for an adult, which meant me. I tried to convince her but she wouldn't adhere. Ashamed to tell her, I was sacred I reluctantly accompanied her. The wheel started moving. As the ride maneuvered to the top, screeching noises rose up above all the laughing and excitement down below. "My worst nightmare came alive" my cart was at the very tip of the wheel. I felt my heart racing, so I closed my eye and let my imagination let loose. Slowly and carefully, the cart came down again and went up again. This time I wasn't scared, instead I felt something in the pit of my stomach. Something that felt wonderful, the kind of feeling that makes you want to dance like you were five and it didn't matter if you fell down. I wanted to stay up there forever, but of course I knew sooner or later, the ride will wobble its way down to the end. Right when the thought was inserted in my head, my sister pulled me and her voice weaseled its way through my serenity. "See it wasn't that bad." I thought to myself "yes it wasn't that bad." That moment, I overcame my fear of height and made the Ferris wheel my favorite ride. I walked through the ride with the new philosophy for life that "I have nothing to be scared of, not even the things that are taller than me." I live the rest of my life believing that I have absolutely nothing to be scared of. I can and will overcome whatever life throws at me.
Any suggestions will be appreciated.:)
