When I was about 7 years old me and my family planned a trip to an amusement park in Bangalore, India. The park was filled with rides which were disappointing but, I noticed a couple rides that looked somewhat terrifying and fun. I thought to myself to figure which ride I was going to choose and then out of nowhere dad blurted out, “Let’s do some bungee jumping!” I was given the first try. Sweat dripped down my head because the bungee jumping I had seen on tv was was when people were connected to a rope which was made out of rubber and you jumped of a high area and bounced back up, but this completely different. In this one they were ropes connected to poles and they were connected to you. Then, it was pulled so hard that it created tension cause you to get flinged up into the air. That I figured out after the adult in front of me was given a turn.
As they connected me and tightened the rope, I felt as if the buckles were becoming loose and then, I shot up into the air so fast that it was over in seconds but, with my big brother watching me it was scarier because he was scared of heights. My dad wanted to make him do it so he asked me to help calm him down.
With experience of doing it I told him that he should close his eyes and just imagine that he was laying in bed, but that didn’t quite do the trick. I went again trying to show him that it’s not that scary and luckily it worked.
Terrified, he walked slowly and got hooked on to the buckles and closed his eyes within second he opened his eyes and had smiles of joy until the end. Happy, I knew that helping my brother had made me a better person.