No Fear
“Fear is only temporary. Regret lasts forever.”
Acrophobia is an extreme or irrational fear of heights. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had this fear of heights. From riding in an elevator to ascending a ladder, if I could feel myself several feet from the ground I’d start to panic. My hands would begin to tremble uncontrollably, my heart would begin to race, and I’d get this overwhelming feeling of anxiety. At the time my parents would try comforting me by telling me it was just a stage; that I’d grow out of it, but as the years progressed I discovered the complete opposite.
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At the age of 7, I took my first trip to Galveston, Texas to experience the Amusement Park. After a painful 2 hours of sitting in the car listening to “90s Hits.” we finally arrived and headed to our destination, Pleasure Pier. If you know anything about the Pleasure Pier you know that it is an elevated platform leading out from the shore into a body of water. Imagine being a 7-year-old child who already has a fear of heights and being surrounded by a huge body of water, that was terrifying. As soon as I stepped foot on the pier I felt nauseous. All I remembered from that trip was my hands trembling and my eyes filled with tears while the rest of my family were laughing and enjoying their time together.
As a child, I would always visit my grandparents. One day my granddad came to the conclusion that I always wanted a treehouse. So for the past couple of months, my grandfather showed his determination to build me one. After months of hard work and dedication, my grandfather completed the task and invited me over to admire his work. As soon as I arrived I immediately saw the treehouse. It looked as if it was as high as the sky. Because my grandfather spent so much time building this for me, there was no other option but to go inside. My grandfather, my sister, and I all began to climb up the ladder leading into the treehouse with my grandfather climbing up first, followed by my sister, with me following after them. As soon as my foot touched the first few steps of the ladder, I got this huge burst of anxiety. I immediately ran down into the house with tears filling my eyes. Nothing compared to the shame and humiliation I felt that day. Since that day I started to believe that this fear would always define me.
At the age of 12, my family and I decided to take a trip to California. When I first got news of the trip anxiety began to take over, my hands began to tremble from the thought of this trip being the worst experience I’d ever have to go through. Instead of being a couple of feet from the ground, we’d be at an altitude of about 30,000 feet! The day of the flight, walking into the airplane, finding my seat, and waiting to take off I became anxious. As soon as I felt the airplane take off, fear filled my body. When I looked out the window to see how high up we were, I was in awe. Watching the clouds as they whiz through the window. Catching a glimpse of the different buildings and skyscrapers in my beautiful city made me forget where I actually was, that I was several feet from the ground that I had a fear of heights. Throughout this flight, I realized that my anxiety was replaced with overwhelming joy and excitement because I was experiencing something new. Ever since that flight whenever I’d feel anxious or fearful I’d think of my time on the airplane to remind me that fear is only temporary.
Months later I revisited the treehouse that my grandfather built for me years ago, for the first time. Climbing up the ladder, no longer did fear and anxiety cross my mind but instead joy filled my body. When I finally reached the top tears of joy made my vision slightly blurred. As a child, even though I never actually wanted a treehouse I always wanted the experience. With my fear I never could have this experience or any other experiences, so when I actually climbed up the ladder several emotions filled my body at once. Looking at the treehouse I saw many things that I loved as a child. My grandfather included all my favorite toys and books, painted the inside pink, and engraved my name onto the roof. There were no dust bunnies of any kind on any of the books and toys which made me come to the conclusion that my grandfather knew that one day or in this case several years I’d build up the courage to climb up the tree.
At 13, my family and I revisited The Galveston Pleasure Pier. To my surprise, the entry into the Amusement park was completely different from the first time I visited. The first thing I did when I walked into the pier was look down and admire the beauty of the beach nearby. I closed my eyes and listened to the distinctive sound of the ocean hitting the sand. I listened to the waves crashing perfectly against one another, this sound was as peaceful as the wind whispering through the trees. I followed my family to the first ride and in that moment, there was no fear.
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