I promised my dad I would go on The Tower of Terror with him. But after breakfast on Monday when he said '' Lets go on the Tower of Terror'', I quickly changed my answer to'' No,no,no,no, I don't want to go''! But he made me do it anyway. And besides I kept a promise and I knew I couldn't break it. First we walked into the room for the clip, and I started crying. I am not a fan of big droppy rides. After the video we walked into the basement to wait for our turn to ride. I was shaking furiously! I was so mad I kept my promise but I knew I had to do it. He told me to take a deep breath. I did NOT want to go on this ride. AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!We were finally on the ride and I calmed down a bit. We saw the first floor and saw blue ghosts. And out of the windows were a struck of lightning. After that the elevator ticked and it went up to the 12 floor. Where the nightmare begins! The twelfth floor looked oppisite of the first floor. Wacky! I feared! It started getting to the hard part. The giant of all drops! I was so scared. At least there were window's you could look out of. And when we dropped I held on my dad the whole drop. After the drop I kept asking'' Is it over, Is it over?! After we got out I was shaking. I liked the ride after I got off! And we were guided into a gift shop that had Tower of Terror things. I thought that the ride wasn't so bad! I think I would do it again. Fun ride!
Moral of the unfable story: Do not sit in the back nor the front. Just sit in the middle I think.
