Courage

Courage isn't really a word for me. I can't really remeber when I had used courage. So I'll first write the meaning of courage. Courage can be not being afraid of something, but no human in this world cannot be afraid of nothing. So courage would mean facing something you are afraid of. If someone is afaid of the dark , and that person tries to stay in the dark no matter how scared he or she is, then the person used courage.
When I was in elementary school, I wasn't so good at riding things in the amusement parks. All I could ride was a small roaller-coaster, when my Korean friends could ride Vikings and big roaller-coasters with out screaming out once. Once, in America, our family went to an amusement park. Many people were riding the Vikings, roaller-coasters, and other rides. They looked so scary to me. When I wouldn't ride anything, my mom sort of dragged me, trying to make me get into the line (saying that it's waste of time and money if I just sit on a bench, doing nothing), but I couldn't ride them. I only road the weak rides with small slopes but not those that go up high into the sky. Then my mom asked me if I would ride something with her. She said that it wouldn't be scary at all and that it would be just like riding an elevator. I decided to ride it and got into the line. But as we got closer to where the ride was, I realized that I was fooled. Oh sure the ride was like an elevator; it was a ride you go into an elevator, sit down, strap your buckles, and the elevator goes up to at least 10 stories (or more) high, and drop. I wanted to go back. I didn't want to ride it. But when I looked back, I realized that it was too late. There was no way that I would be able to get through all those people behind me. Besides, my mom and I had waited in the line for such a long time that it seemed like I would only lose time if I go back. But I could still go through those people and not ride. I had to bring up courage (sort of) at that moment. I imagined a future that my friends would drag me to the amusement park, and I would only watch them ride the rides wth so much fun. Sitting there like a loner. I brought up the courage and stayed in the line and rode the ride. It wasn't scary at first, with the elevator moving forward with a story of how the elevator was 'haunted'. But as soon as the man finished his story, the elevator dropped down. It went up and down and up with the door open, showing the view, and down more times. Mom said that she liked the view. I said that I didn't like the view. Ha ha ha.