A Brave Moment

I consider myself brave for riding Goliath at Six Flags: Magic Mountain, with my dad and friends. At the time I was around nine to ten years old and not really comfortable with heights. I had come up with a brilliant plan to get to the top of the line and when it was our turn to get on, I would just walk right across to the exit. Sadly, that didn't work because my dad and friends forced me on. I closed my eyes the whole ride and clinched the side of the cart. When we were about halfway through the ride I tried opening them but, the wind was to intense for me to handle. After riding, I broke my fear and now I am able to ride any every rollercoaster.