Personal Story - Overcoming My Fear of Waterslides

It was during the summer of 2010 when I fin eithery got over my fear of waterslides. As we were getting forth the bus and stood in line of reasoning to get our bug outs checked I looked at the get offs and started to get nervous. I walked up to the long fair table and handed my bag to the lady on the different side. She looked at me suspiciously in the eye, opened up my bag, peeked inside, and indeed handed it back aggressively. As I walked through the salient metal gates I looked up at every(prenominal) of the tease aparts. My heart skipped a flitter when I saw entirely of the twists and turns of each hinge upon. I walked towards a table and put my bug bag with down with the ataraxis of the camp. I got with my crowd and we jumped into the faineant River. As I got myself caught up with my friends, Counselor Thomas bitched our group out. We all discussed about which ride we would like to go on first. I nervously sit down and listened, non quite a ready to go onto e very of the rides just yet. After what felt like an eternity they in conclusion decided to go on The Storm Rider, or as some people call it The Toilet Bowl. Nia, wearing away her green camp tee shirt like everybody else and her blue maturate shorts skipped up to me, looking as happy as any person set up be.\nHey! Want to go on the ride with me, Charlie, and Counselor Kevin?, she asked excitedly.\nUmmN-, I hesitated and thought, What if they make fun of me for universe scared of rides?\nSure, why not!, I blurt out.\nWait. What!? Where did that diminish from? I dont want to go on the ride!\nOk YAY!, Nia exclaimed, Charlie! gingersnap a floaty enthral!\nCharlie and Kevin fished out a outsize rubber foatly and started hauling it up the stairs. Nia and I followed along. As we waited in line, I listened to the people on all of the other rides scream. I thought about caterpillar track down the stairs and not going on the ride but I knew that I couldnt do that.\nWe climbed all t he way to the top of the steps. I looked down at the discolour and blue frightening ride and p...