The time had come and most of us were there. It was time to ride the scary, the thrilling, the ever dangerous … are you ready for it (if you read the title you probably already know what comes next) …
The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror.
Twilight Zone Tower of Terror
Dad was dreading this. It’s not one of my favorite rides, but all of the cousins and the ants* and uncles were there and ready to ride so off we went. There were about 10 of us. (Some of the grown ups had to stay with the lucky kids that were to short to ride. Why didn’t I volunteer?)
We had FastPasses but when we got to the ride it was about 20 minutes until our time and the wait time was only 10 minutes, so we got in the regular line and off we went.
We went through the hotel, the preshow room, and loaded on to the elevator. We were all pretty much on the front row. Mrs. Mom’s baby (she’s not a baby, she’s over 30, but she’s still the baby of the family) sister was across the aisle from me.
Up we went. Stop. We didn’t get all the way to the top. The door opened and we saw the park. Then it began. Up and down. Up and down. Flash. Up and do … up and stop. DDDOOOOOWWWWNNNN! There was screaming the whole time (no, none of it was Dad’s). But on the big drop, Mrs. Mom’s baby sister was screaming “Get me off of this ride.”
I was embarrassed. A fully grown woman, (notice I didn’t say mature woman) screaming like a stuck pig. Begging to be let off the ride. It was truly embarrassing.
Then the best thing ever happened. We got to the bottom of the shaft. The doors opened. The Disney cast member started to unseat us and the door slammed closed. Up we went again. Mrs. Mom’s baby sister screamed. (Even Dad screamed a little on this one. I’m not a big fan of falling.) It was a riot laughing at Mrs. Moms baby sister the rest of the day.
Jane stop this crazy thing.
PS. One thing that still bothers me, the other two brother-in-laws had conveniently disappeared. What’s up with that?
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