Fears - Buried alive, spiders, losing all my friends, heights
Annoyances - bug bites, little brothers
Accomplishments - survived this long, maintained good grades
Confusions - why is school so hard and why does math hw take 8 hours
Sorrows - not enough time in the day to get done everything I want to
Dreams - Own my own business someday
Idiosyncrasies - I prefer to learn from a person and not solely from a book or website
Risks - procrastination
Beloved Possessions - Then - legos now- phone and car
Problems - procrastinations, not making enough time for everyone in my life
I hate heights. There's no way around it. Ciffs? No way José. I hate the feeling of looking down. The sheer fact of knowing that one misstep can leave you helpless and plummeting to your death rattles me to my core. I have no idea how dare devils can hang freely off of a cliff or jump off of a skyscraper, even the thought of these feats freaks me out. I believe this fear started around the time I was 7 or 8 years old. My family went hiking at Natural Bridge, where there are no guard rails or anything. Just me, some rock and a billion foot drop - or so it seemed to me. I remember looking over the edge and immediately jumping back and refusing to go anywhere near the edge again. To this day, this fear of heights still lingers. It's still very present on plane rides and hikes, leaving me to wonder; will it ever go away?
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