As I boarded the 12-seater square car, I knew there was no turning back. The amount of tension I felt while waiting in line for my turn and watching the others first was nothing compared to being actually there, sitting on the real thing. Buckling up, I could see my feet shaking and feel my palms sweating. Then the car began rising, rather slowly, and every inch that it did only extended the agony of an acrophobic like myself.
I was at the midpoint of the tower when I closed my eyes and began to pray. The feeling of courage and excitement that somehow challenged my nervousness was gone. Fear is what it is now. Instead of a prayer, what I managed to mutter was God, what have I gotten myself into?
It all happened so fast and without warning. I had just opened my eyes to catch a quick view of the theme park when suddenly, I fell down. For a split second, I couldn’t feel my seat and everything went into a blur. All I was aware of was that heartstopping sensation, as if I was dropping like a rock from the heavens although I barely felt I had weight. It was a long split second but gravity was pulling me fast and I feared I might hit the pavement hard and say adios.
Then everything stopped. It took me a moment to regain my self, my consciousness and more importantly, my sanity. Before I could thank God, I let out a scream — an angsty but victorious scream.