A Defining Moment Research Paper

What are your fears? One of my biggest fears in life is failing. It is so hard being in college and also working two jobs. I rarely get sleep, and It seems like I am always behind on stuff. I am last minute with everything, and don't even try to be. Well part of it is procrastinating, but I am slowly working on that. In the article “the certainty of fear”, it explains your fears during your childhood, fear of conspicuous, and the result of having midlife crisis.

The next thing I remember was a blur of caution signs, yellow tape, and a few people looking and pointing. The ski lift was adrenaline pumping, but a long ride for a 20 degree slope. I was feeling happy about my choice, actually I was scared for my life, but there were no turning back when my brothers were yelling at me. The last thing I heard from them were, “You idiot…”, and then they cut out. I was thankful for that, and new that they were scared I was going to show them

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One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the

There have been pivotal moments in my life that have help to shape the person that I am today. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew one another. It is difficult to be different from everyone else, because people expect you to grow up get married and start a family with the opposite sex. Growing up, I felt different from everyone else and as a consequence. Learning to love myself was a truly arduous journey and accepting who I am.

This spring break I went to the Poconos in Pennsylvania, I did a lot of fun stuff, but what excited me the most was skiing, skiing was the most difficult thing I have done in a long time, we went to the Shawnee ski resort, and over there we rented out some skiing gear and went skiing, the first time I tried moving I fell right after, once I figured out how to move, I went up the beginners mountain and threw myself down for the first time, I was very scared when I first skiied down the beginners mountain, I did not fall, after a couple of times of skiing down I thought I was ready for the experts course. After I decided I was ready, I went to the chairlift, and the lift escalated real quick before I knew it I was about 50 feet above the ground

On our way up the mountain, we saw lots of Toucans and monkeys. It was a very bumpy ride. Sometimes the mountain got so steep that I thought we were going to fall backwards. Once we reached the top we got out. The workers helped us put on the harnesses. The woman who worked there jumped on the zip line and went down first so she could be the catcher at the bottom. None of us wanted to go, it looks way to scary. So my dad made Gage go first, he was assisted by another worker as he was too little to go alone. Once we all new that Gage made it safely we did rock paper scissors to see who went next. Ian went and then I went and then my dad went. There were 4 lines, at first we were only going 60 miles per hour, by the time we were on the last one we got up to speeds of 90 miles per hour, the length of the lines was 3 miles. The wind on my face and body actually hurt and it was hard to breath at

It was our first trip to Disney World, and we were visiting what I thought, was the scariest ride in the world. I thought that certain ride was scary, because ever since I was five I would always throw up on the roller coasters, or even car rides. I hated roller coasters ever since I threw up. I thought to myself, ‘This is Disney World we’re talking about, I have to go on this ride, I need this. I promised myself I would go on every single ride here. I will get over this fear.’ After that thought I looked at my dad, as he was already planning on going on this ride. The ride was called Space Mountain, I was told that people with motion sickness shouldn’t go on the ride, but that won’t stop me. I’ve also been told it is a pretty cool and fun ride, so that is another reason why I’m going on Space Mountain.

I had only two groups ahead of me and then it was my turn to take the lift. As the others ahead got on, I examined the way they mounted the seat. As each seat took off, they would walk up behind it as another seat, without stopping, would scoop them up from behind. Now it was my turn. When the group ahead of me got carried away, I moved up quickly so the seat coming from behind me wouldn’t knock me down. As I watched the seat draw near I noticed there were no seatbelts! How stupid of me. Of course there wouldn’t be seatbelts. Once you finally get to the top, you have to get off quickly otherwise you’ll miss your chance and the lift will take you back down. It was too late now, the seat was right behind me. As it grabbed me from behind, I could feel my board and legs begin to drag across the floor. When I lost contact with the earth, I clung to the side railing as tightly as I could. Every second that passed took me higher and higher. The cable suspending my seat bounced up and down as more passengers were added to the weight of the lift. I looked down and realized I was already about twenty feet in the air. The gravity pulling down on the snowboard attached to my foot felt as if a demon, whose name was Acrophobia, was dragging me down to the depths of

It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother.

At the very bottom of the mountain there is a huge blown up bag that looks like a ginormous cushion, it's the size of a house. It is $50 a jump, and it looked like so much fun.You have the choice to ski down a steep slope, right onto a huge jump and land on the cushioned air bag. Yes, this gave me butterflies, but I felt if I didn't do this now, when would I ever have the chance to do it. Only me and my dad did it, my sister and mom were too frightened. I insisted on going first... well, I wouldn't let my dad go first. I took the lift up to the unloading area and a tall slim man, with a deep voice greeted me there, he stated reading of directions to me, I only heard him say “READY SET GOOO!!” I went as fast as I could down the small slope, and up off the jump. I shot up into the air like a rocket ship, when I came down, I let out a YELP of excitement. I landed right smack down in the middle of the bag. THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAVE EVER DONE!! I went twice more, and that was what I talked about for the rest of the

Everyone has a fear. Whether your fear is rational, for example being afraid of spiders or heights or whether it is an irrational fear like being afraid of subway gates or cotton balls. My two fears are of clowns which is called coulrophobia and of death which is called Thanatophobia.

Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!

We drag raced each other on the trail, each of us were trying to lead up front, because that way you ate the least amount of dust from the very unused trail, think of it like a big and dangerous game of Leapfrog, except instead of jumping over them, you just speed past the person ahead of you at forty miles per hour. It’s pretty fun, but it’s a bit too dangerous to do, it's especially too dangerous if there are other drivers around, but where we were, there wasn’t anybody or anyone for miles. We sped through the blank canvas desert for about 15 miles until my engine randomly died, the machine came to a sudden stop. I checked to make sure that I had enough gas, sure enough, it was empty. My brother drove on for a little while until he noticed I wasn’t there, he took a sharp turn and headed back looking for me. Sooner or later he showed up and pulled over examining whether or not I was alright.

I’ve always had fears in the back of my mind but as I’ve got older I have come realize that they were childish and silly thoughts that stopped me from achieving big things. The first fear I had was Nycophobia or in other words the fear of darkness. I could distinctly remember when I could see shadows on the wall which in my mind were monsters, ghosts.