I was given a paper from english telling my to wright about my biggest fear. This is what I wrote. Tell me how I did.





My Worst Fears
My worst fears: a title that brings back some bad memories. Even though my life has been filled with some very wonderful moments, there has also been some horribly terrifying ones that always haunt me. Have you ever noticed around random bike stands (the things you chain your bike up to), or around random bushes, some insects that look harmless flying, but can give you a nice little shot of their painful poison? If it hasn’t been guessed, I am talking about dreaded wasps. I find wasps around many places. Making their nests on the exterior of my house, flying near the entrances of the local park… RIGHT OUTSIDE MY HOUSE. Some people don’t understand why I feel this way about them. I assure you, I have my reasons.
As I sit here, thinking back to when I first met this menace, I remember about 8 years ago when I was about 7 years old. It was during the summer. It was a glorious day too. I had been signed up to the summer camp program that the park sets up during each summer. A few days in, I had became accustom to how to get around the park. The counselors had told us to go to the baseball diamond so we can play a game or two. Well, we all were sitting on the bench; the counselor was talking to us and asking us what we wanted to play. I believe the choices were baseball, dodge ball, or kickball. I really didn’t care what game we played, all I wanted to do was play. But as I was sitting, my hand felt a little itchy, like the feeling of an ant crawling on you. So, naturally, I swept what was ever on my hand away, and I felt fine. Then, I had seen some horrified faces looking at where my hand was. After a few seconds of curiousness, I looked over at my hand, my eyes gotten wide, and I yelled in a terrified yell. On my hand, and flying wildly around next to where I was sitting, was a nice 8-10 wasps. On my hand was just about 1 wasp, but apparently my scream SOMEHOW made it think of me as a threat. Next thing I know, I was in horrible pain and my ring finger was swollen. I quickly got off of the bleachers, while a counselor helped me find a place to treat my swollen finger. Luckily, we have a great staff and great medical help. Still stung like a car running over your foot, your girlfriend you were going out with for a year breaking up with you, and getting backstabbed, all at the same time. But I lived through that.
My next terrifying experience with this deadly atrocity is once again at the same camp, except the next year; when I was 8. I am normally happy about summer vacation, and I was at first, except for one thing.. Coach TONY, the same tony that drives around school, was our counselor… Not that she is a bad person; I just don’t think that she was the best counselor. Anyway, she doesn’t have much to do with this section. The part I want to tell you about is that I got stung again by a wasp at the same baseball field. This time it was at the dugouts. At the park, they have some really nice HUGE rubber balls. About the size, give or take a few inches, of a normal size person. Well, I took one of these. I was rolling it around, but I lost control of it. It bounced right into the dugout. And just my luck, there was a wasp nest in there. Yay me. And I then got a nice sting right on my right ear. It swelled about a fingers width bigger than my left ear. Sad times at camp.
My last Scaring experience I shall share with you before my memories mesmerize me with fear is another time when I was once again, at camp. *sigh* This time it wasn’t at the baseball area, but at the basketball area which unfortunately also had metal bleachers you can also sit on…. I haven’t really ever been good at basket ball, but we were forced to be there. So here’s me, sitting on the bench, and I don’t know what is under it. Here comes my friend. He invites me to play basketball since I was just sitting there. He decides to pass the basketball over to me. I miss and it hits the bench with a loud BAOOM (combination of bang and boom). It had a metallic sound to it. And then, I get the ball. Then a wasp fly’s from the never-ending cycle of evilness that comes from things you sit on. Fly’s and stings me. On the hand again. Except I think this time it was on the pinky…
Well, that is my scaring story that haunts my every time I see a wasp that is too close to me. And as a really funny yet weird thing for the end of this, is a funny fact. RAID (Roach and ant killer) can kill a wasp faster than WASP KILLER itself. I was glad to find that out when the last time a wasp entered my home and the wasp killer just made it angry. I had gotten the raid, hoping it would do something. It actually knocked it to the ground and made it so that it couldn’t fly. But still today, the memories haunt me because… I can’t un-live the past. The terrifyingly gruesome memories of those mutants will forever haunt my very being. Stinging my soul, growing from my fear.