I felt my palms get sweaty with fear, not because the video was scary, but because I knew that after the video the ride started. I looked around the crowded room and saw lots of teenagers laughing at the video, but I also saw kids much younger than me crying next to their moms. I felt like crying right then, too. The video ended and the doors to the ride opened, me and my mom walked into the ride that was supposed to be like a fake elevator, but elevators doesn’t seat twenty-five. We sat down and my hand hovered over the buckle. I knew that once I locked in the seat belt there was no going back. I buckled it before I chickened out and then the lady came in to tell us the safety precautions. Then the ride started. At first it went through the fake story about the kids and adults who went into the Tower of Terror and got stuck in the elevator, then all of the sudden, an eyeball appeared and we dropped. Everyone started screaming, and I started crying. My stomach dropped and I was terrified. My mom was smiling while she was screaming but looked over to me and said, “Only two more drops.” I grabbed her arm as I felt the ride start going back up. I braced myself for the inevitable descent, this next drop is even farther down than the first. I feel the tears rolling down my face as the ride goes down …show more content…
It’s ok,” my mom tried to calm me down, but I was screaming and crying and my stomach felt like it hit the floor. The ride moved back up and I could anticipate when the drop was coming, but when it did I felt relieved that the ride was over. The drop ended and my mom and I looked at each other because we knew the ride was ending. Then I felt the car start going back up. “Mom, you said there were only three drops, there’s only supposed to be three drops!” I screamed as the ride kept going up and up. My mom looked just as surprised as I was that the ride kept going, and I could tell she felt bad that she told me there were only three drops. The ride reached the top for the fourth time and I continued to yell at my mom the whole time saying, “You lied to me! You told me there were only three drops! You lied!” The ride dropped again, and I was screaming and crying and now I was mad too. When it got to the bottom again I felt the ride rise again for the 5th time. I was furious and wanted to get off, but I couldn’t just stop the ride, so I had to just sit there and let the car go back up. It dropped again for the fifth time, and when the ride finally came to a stop, I was