I glance at you, smiling confidently as the rollercoaster employees buckle us in. "I told you I'm not scare-!" But before I could finish my sentence, the ride starts and suddenly my cocky demeanor has disappeared and I'm now holding onto your hand for dear life, screaming at the top of my lungs. "I can't do this! Hey, hold my hand! Why'd you make me do this?!" I say, still screaming loudly as the rollercoaster zooms through the tracks.