Never Again

You might judge me for saying this, but I’m not much of a trier of new things. And it’s okay if you do, because I would, too. I’m kind of already set in my own ways. If I do try something, and you get to witness it, good for you. Because watching me try something new is like sighting a dolphin in the Long Island Sound—it just doesn’t happen.

And yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. And I also know that the only way for me to grow is through trying new things—which is why I do it every once in a while. For example, I used to hate spinach as a kid. I tried it once, didn’t like it, and was set against eating it. I just wouldn’t. And then a couple years ago, I said to myself, “what the heck,” and tried it again. It wasn’t too bad, so now I eat it sometimes.

The operative word being: sometimes.

Another thing about me: I don’t like Ferris Wheels. They’re pretty to look at, but I just won’t ride them. I refuse. This is a fact about me that hasn’t changed.

I never really liked them in the first place, but I would still go on them when I was really young. It was the only thing my mom would ride at parks, so because everyone would go on them, I had no other choice.

They go way too up high, and they’re too slow for my taste. The worst part about them, though, is when they stop to let other people on. You dangle there, mid-air, swinging. I hate that so much.

It terrifies me.

I didn’t realize how much it terrified me until I was sitting on one with Brianna, who is psychotic, and thought it would be fun to rock it back and forth.

Have I ever mentioned that I don’t like that pirate ship ride at amusement parks that swings back and forth? Yeah, those make me want to throw up. But this post isn’t about those stupid pirate ships. This is about the Ferris Wheel of Doom.

So Brianna starts swinging the cart we’re in, and I started to squirm at first. Nobody else cared, they just let her do it. I’ve learned early on in life that if someone didn’t just let Brianna do what she wants, she becomes a human wrecking ball. She wants to ruin everything. If she’s not happy, nobody’s happy.

She swings it a little more. I can feel it, and I want to throw up, and then suddenly the Ferris Wheel stops. We’re at the top. She’s still swinging, and I grab onto the pole in the middle of the cart, sitting on the floor, holding on for dear life.

That was the second to last time I went on a Ferris Wheel.

My sister made my fear of heights even worse with the swinging mid-air, but I still went on one of those stupid things one more time. Because, you know, I didn’t learn my lesson the first time around. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was probably something along the lines of, “this one is different,” or “what can go wrong?”

Brianna wasn’t there that time, but I went into one of the smaller ones that holds two or three people to a seat. It was after the eighth grade dance, and a bunch of us were getting changed and then driven to a fair in multiple cars. I was in the one with Brittany, who was one of my best friends at the time, and Kaylin. Remember the friend named Kaylin from Amanda’s wedding? Same girl.

The Ferris Wheel was the first thing we went on when we got there. I sucked it up, and sat in the middle. I’m not one hundred percent sure who sat next to me, but I think it was Brittany and Kaylin. I just remember holding onto the bar that held us in with my dear life, just like the time with Brianna.

And then I remember the rocking.

Somebody started to rock it, and I felt the tension again. My stomach turning, and my throat going hollow. Dry mouth. I closed my eyes to help, but all that did was make me dizzy.

I wanted to get off that thing so bad.

I think I even said it to the guy when we approached the bottom the second time around, but to no avail. We kept going until he finally took us off, and then I needed to go on something else, to get my head out of that scary place. I did enjoy the rest of that night, but I would never step foot on another Ferris Wheel again.

Prompt: Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!”? Tell us about it.

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A twenty-two year old who lives through words and her Netflix account. She makes herself laugh more than others, and she claims that she is okay with that.

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