A confession of an Acrophobia

A phobia is an irrational, intense, persistent fear of certain situations, activities, things, or people. Many people world have fears of certain situations, or might I say all of them in this world. Anything can be fear. For example, water, school just anything. One common phobia that most of us around the world share is height. And I am one of them. Ever since when I was 6 years old I had this phobia. It is called, Acrophobia. Many people never knew why they have these fears. But as for me I knew why. I think I was around six years old when this unforgettable incident took place.

Shafts of sunlight flooded in from the large windows, exposing tiny particles of dust dancing in its wake. I was elated and excited when I was getting ready to go to sentosa. Though it was the second time I was still waiting impatiently to go there. Plus, I heard there was the cable car ride. That would make the trip even more exciting I thought to myself. So I quickly packed and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen to have my breakfast. There I saw my mother, father and my sister. They did not seem as bright as I was. Probably they did not know there was something new. But, what ever the case I was still happy.

We then made sure we did not leave anything behind and headed to the door. I then jumped on the cool leather seat of the car and fastened my seat belt. We were off to sentosa. Once we had arrived I looked around. It was so crowded and noisy that I could barely hear myself. While we were queuing for the tickets at the entrance, I glanced at the cable car from a very far distance. It looked so amazing. I just could not wait to get on it. My parents decided that the last activity that we would go will be the cable car as they provided dinner.

After all the activities, we headed to the cable car station. By the time we reached there, we were exhausted and hungry. But I was still very excited at the same time dubious to go on the cable car. Soon, we got on the cable car. Slowly it started to move. I began to feel uneasy. I glanced out of the glass window, we were so high up. At that moment, my heart was pounding very fast and I began to feel flustered and fearful. I tried to control myself. I felt a bit dizzy and started to panic. I did not want to show it out, so I controlled myself till the end of the ride. The feeling was such that no one could explain.

Immediately after the ride, I rushed out of that place and started to search the nearest toilet. I started vomiting. Tears streaked down my cheeks while walking out of the toilet. My parents were panic stricken. I told them what had happen and they comforted me. They explained to me that everyone in the world has phobias. It’s just a matter of getting over it. Then I realised I was afraid of heights. It was an incident that I could and never will forget in my lifetime.