I have never been very fond of roller coasters and other various amusement park rides. Any time I would even look at these rides my stomach would turn. My family always tried to pressure me into trying to go on one of these rides they told me it would be fun and I would love it. I always refused. Then one day, my brother and I went to a carnival with my aunt and uncle. My brother went on every ride possible while I stood there and watched. We eventually came across the infamous giant slides. My brother insisted to go on the slide; however, he needed an adult to go with him being that he was too small. My uncle started telling me at this point that I should try to go on too and that I would have fun. I kept refusing, but eventually he picked me up and carried me up me up the stairs to the top of the slide. At this point I was terrified and kept begging him to not make me go down this slide. He did not listen to me however because he was determined to show me that carnival rides were fun. Once he took me down the slide, my opinion about carnival rides still did not change. I hated them even more so at that point and still have never ventured onto another carnival ride again.