This week is Darwin Shrugged's first topic for our group: Slightly in honor of Halloween, I'd like us to write about facing a fear -- one we've faced, one we've yet to faced, etc.
First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic:
Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock
When I was a kid, I was terrified of roller coasters. The only ones I could handle were the kid-friendly ones, such as Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disney World. Anything that had a chance of going upside down or even downhill too fast was just not an option for me. Therefore, it was hard to find much to do at Six Flags Great America in Gurnee, Illinois. I would go there on field trips from camp or school and there were only a small amount of things I could do. Mostly it was the kiddie rides and watching shows. When I went from camp, they split us into roller coaster and non-roller coaster groups, which was nice. However, when I went on the eighth grade field trip from junior high, it wasn't so easy. The two girls I was hanging out with at the time (I've since reunited with one of them and we've become closer as a result) wanted to go on the roller coasters. I ended up spending a lot of time sitting on benches, waiting for them to get off the roller coasters. I only went on the Whizzer, which was tame, mostly geared toward kids or people, like me, who were scared of a real roller coaster. Needless to say, I should have brought a book with.
The summer before junior year of high school, I went to Great America again for a synagogue youth group event. My BFF came with, as her goal was to get me to ride roller coasters. We also met up with my close friend from Madison and some of her friends. I think my BFF started me off slowly, on somewhat tame but somewhat wild roller coasters. The whole day is a blur, but I know I rode a lot of the scary ones, including Iron Wolf (the one you stand up on) and Batman (where there is nothing under your feet). She wanted me to go on Shock Wave, but that was pressing her luck. I'm pretty sure I rode the Demon, which was another scary-looking ride. All I know is that I had a blast and got over my fear rather quickly. It was exhiliarating going around loops and speeding down hills without any control on my part. I just had to enjoy the ride (and scream...a LOT). It became a natural high for me. This also helped my social life at the next trip to Great America, which was on Physics Day during senior year of high school. I was able to ride all the roller coasters without a problem that time too, thus getting to hang out with other people from my class who liked roller coasters (one was a girl I reconnected with because of "Rocky Horror"). It was exhilarating to scream expletives while going in upside down loops. I went there a few more times after that trip.
Sadly, my roller coaster euphoria ended in 2001. I went there over Memorial Day weekend with "Will" and he even managed to get me on Shock Wave (he had to go to "Rocky Horror" with me in exchange). I felt like my earrings were going to pierce another hole through my head from that ride! In any case, it wasn't that I didn't have fun on the roller coasters. I always have fun with "Will." It was more that I had motion sickness from that trip. I even took Dramamine to ease the effects. By the end of the day, I just wanted to crawl into bed and never come out. I went to sleep at an unreasonably early hour for a holiday weekend. I went to a local carnival a few months later and felt the same way after some of the rides there. I think the only rides I can go on these days without becoming incredibly nauseated are carousels and ferris wheels. Thankfully, my husband doesn't do roller coasters either, so we have no reason to spend a fortune at amusement parks geared toward thrill rides.
In any case, I'm glad I braved the roller coasters and have my BFF to thank. If she ever wants me to return the favor (even though she's braver than I am...and probably less motion-sick too, when it comes to stuff like this), I'd be glad to help her get over a fear.
Other stuff I still will NOT do (mostly out of fear):
- Ice skate...it's more about the fact that my ankles don't want to cooperate with my feet, but the balance issue also freaks me out. I commend my kids for being able to do it and especially my younger son, who just picks himself up each time he falls.
- Ski....my husband can go on the hills and I'll stay inside by a fire with hot cocoa and a good book.
- Dive into any body of water. Don't tell my freshman year HS P.E. teacher, but I snuck out of the diving test and she never noticed and it didn't even affect my grade! That's how terrified I am to even get near a diving board. I also won't do deep sea diving, as the idea of a fish coming near me freaks me out.
- Anything involving heights (bungee jumping, skydiving, etc.)...my BFF has skydived and there's no WAY she's getting me to do that.
- Get my wisdom teeth removed (not like I really need to, but it's still something I fear anyway)
Other fears I've conquered:
- Driving on highways/expressways
- Driving in the city...mainly Chicago (The first time I drove on Lake Shore Drive was a huge accomplishment). I still refuse to drive anywhere in NYC and drove to DC once but am not sure I'd want to do that again (more that people drive like idiots and directions are confusing).
- Haunted houses (I managed to psyche out a scary clown)
- Getting an epidural (thanks to labor being so painful the first time around)
