Terror? Oh yes, that sounds fun!

In case you couldn't tell my title is 100% sarcastic. Being scared does not sound like a good time to me. Why on earth would I want to put myself on the verge of tears? I simply don't understand the reasoning behind that. This weekend I was asked if I wanted to go to the trail of terror with my best friends and remembering my assignment to step outside of my comfort zone I agreed. I admit I was a little apprehensive considering my past experiences. I went three years ago and chickened out. I waited 5 hours got to the entrance and left. What a waste of time. Then I decided to be daring and try again the next year and I actually went in! okay so I might have cried a little, or a lot. But i learned a lesson, never EVER do that again. Never the less I decided to be brave, suck it up, and go. I went with my best friends and they all just had to bring up the day I chickened out. That was helpful. We walked up to the line and the terror ensued. People dressed up as dead little girls, midget devils that get in your face, zombie farmers that hang from trees, they went to extremes this year to insure people got what they paid for. The line wasn't so bad this year we only waited two hours and I'm not going to lie, I was mildly excited until the unthinkable happened. I was just standing there minding my own business when out of nowhere comes a bloody clown right up in my face. If you know me you know clowns are the end all be all of fears for me. I don't have a reason behind it, no repressed memories they just scare the living daylights out of me. I don't think I've ever screamed so loud in my life. After the little incident in line I was really thinking about turning back, but I didn't. I marched right into that tiny room and endured the entire trail. Honestly, I'm proud of myself, it may seem like a small feat of bravery but for me it was something I could really be proud of. I'm glad I did this, I actually proved something to myself about what I get out of the effort I put in.