Personal Narrative : My Experience In High School

There are many things in life that may scare you, but you have to do them anyway and be courageous so that you can overcome your fear. One thing in my life that required me to be courageous about was my fear of riding a rollercoaster. I had always avoided roller coasters because they had scared me. From my perspective roller coasters were horrifying. They were full of twists and turns, they would drop you from very high heights, and would turn you upside down. Even though roller coasters were scary I knew that I had to ride one to get over my fear. I did, this when I was seven.

Are you sure you should do this?” But I was young, and stupid. Instead of listening, I tried to do the trick. Unfortunately, I tried to wave and ride one- handedly up the steep, rocky driveway up to the house. One minute I was riding fast, wind in my hair, the next, I was crying on the gravel, with a rock in my knee, and sweat and tears stinging my eyes. The sharp pain was causing me to regret my decisions much, and the coppery smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of tears was all my mind would think of. There were sounds all around me, but my sobs were all I could

The night before the trip I was balling my eyes out begging my mom to let me stay home. My dad was trying to convince her to let me stay but she was set on making me go. She told me if I hated it she would drive to come pick me up bout I had to go on at least one roller coaster. When I finally stopped and I went to be. I could barely sleep I was so nervous.

I had big bruises on my leg, but that didn’t stop me. I honestly had enough fear in me I felt like my heart jumped out of my chest. After that, my dad swore that we should take a break for a while, but that didn’t happen. However, we spent numerous amounts of times in our yard practicing up and down the yard just so I could get used to it, too. My dad and I would even go to my grandparents that had two-hundred and fifty acres of land to get better at riding. This four-wheeler was my best friend, as well as my dad was. My dad teaching me something and being my number one supporter the whole way through it, meant the world to

I usually didn’t have a problem with four wheelers. For one thing, I had always wore a helmet, I had never crashed before, and I never thought I would. Suddenly, I find myself driving towards the trees. I lost control of my four wheeler and was about to crash. “Stop, you’re out of control!” I thought to myself, but I was so stunned, I couldn’t even move one muscle

My dad didn’t see me fall off, but he felt it. He looked behind him and noticed I wasn’t on the tube anymore and pulled to a

There it was. The purple, girly bike that striked to me that whole week. Placing on my helmet, I shivered as I got closer to my dad. Dad with his self-assured mind, set me up with his ready-to-go bike test in front of the house. Why would he ever do that? He removed the training wheels two hours ago and expected me to be a biking prodigy? I couldn't do it. The stress in wrapping

I loved my bike, so much that I would ride it every day. To school and on the weekends I would ride it like it is the only possible thing to do in life. In the summer of 2011, my dad took the training wheels off my bike. After this, I developed a deep fear of my bike, but I really wanted to ride it to school. “ This might be the worst day ever... “ I thought to myself.

Finally it is my time to go down the hill after waiting for what seemed like forever. The hill we were tubing down seemed extremely large. I was only 12 years old and really small. I get up to the edge of the hill where it starts to slope down. I stood there figuring out whether I back up and run and slide or sit and get pushed. The best option for the most amount of speed was to run and slide. As I start to run forward I kept telling myself not to trip over the tube because there was no stopping once I was on. On the way down the hill I could feel the cold brisk wind as I went flying down the hill. Once I reached the bottom of the hill I had the biggest smile on my face because this was the best thing in the world ever at that moment.

My older brother helped my father get the bike out from the trunk as I stared down what seemed to be an endless fall downwards. They brought the bike over as I continued my petrified stare and I took it, eyes unmoved.

My dad behind me was the first thing I breathed in as I kicked the pedal to start the bike. It got its life back and so did I, my anxiety. He was teaching me how to ride the bike and I had no prior experience. The seat was burning hot early in the morning, but the birds flying around, cheerfully rejected my opinion. Holding the clutch, I clicked my left heel downwards to change the gear from neutral to the first. My right leg was on the rear brake ready to dive into action in case of an emergency. While rotating the the right handle bar – the accelerator, with only the necessary amount of force to revoke the movement, simultaneously, I loosened my left hand grip on the clutch. “Little more”, my dad was chanting. After a certain threshold,

A long time ago when I was a little kid I had an accident on a bike. It was a mildly warm summer night when I rode down the street on that bike. The time that took place from the door to the street made my mind explode when I went over it in my head. It seemed so cool at the time but when I got on the bike, but after that I will never get on a bike again. I had just gotten done talking to my mom and I was walking out the door. She said to me that I should be careful as a little kid I did not listen.

New things to me always scared me away, and riding a bike was no exception at all. After I changed into my brother’s old racing clothes, I went outside to get on my bike. I was struggling to sit on the seat of the bike and keep it balanced. After, I finally got adjusted comfortably my father came over and handed me a helmet. He helped me get to the end of our bumpy driveway.

My sister had been a big supporter, since my parents barely had time to teach me how to ride my bike. My sister would make time to help me, she even encourage me to keep trying. I thought I would learn how to ride my bike in one day or so. Eventually I learned the hard way that it would take me longer to learn. I was 10 at the time, so I didn’t think much on how long it would take me how to learn. It meant a lot to me when I got to be taught by my sister, on how to ride my bike. If it wasn’t for her help, I wouldn’t know how to ride a bike today. When my parents did have time, they would also pitch in to help me.

Lessons, They’re many of them that we need to and can learn about in life even if they seem pointless. Well I learned a very important lesson back when I was young I think it’s still very important to this day. I’m in 4th grade and I was still young and didn’t know a lot of things during that time and also thought like most kids that school was miserable and just wanted to get through the whole day. It’s about time to go when our teacher announces that we are going to be learning about bicycle safety tomorrow and if we have our own bicycle we can bring it. My head perked up and I was paying a little attention to what she was saying and it sounded a little interesting to me but there was a problem with this. I had my own bicycle but the only thing is I didn’t know how to ride it well more like I didn’t know how to keep my self balanced. Since I didn’t know how to keep myself balanced on a bike I decided that I wouldn’t bring a bicycle and just walk through the lesson but I had a heavy feeling in my chest that urged me to learn