I thought that I would share this with everyone. In September, along with my best friend, and her grandmother, I traveled to Walt Disney World. It was my best friend’s second visit to the resort, and her grandmother’s first. Being a lifetime Disney enthusiast, there is very little that I don’t know about Walt Disney World, though a few months before my trip, I read of something that I had never heard of before. The infamous “Servants Only” themed hallway access, connecting the Gallery to the exit of the “Haunted Mansion.” So one day, while exiting the ride, and showing my friend’s grandmother the epitaphs on the monastery, I noticed the door. Now it took a whole three seconds for it to “click,” then I was like, “... hey!” My heart started racing, because I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to just slip inside, and snap as many pictures as I could. But as my best friend and her grandmother stood taking photographs, I wondered the obvious questions, “... was there a blinking light, on that inferred video that I saw of the hallway on YouTube?” Or, “... what if I got caught? Should I just ask if I can be escorted, so that I can take some pictures?” I had to make a decision, my adrenaline was seriously through the roof. So I grabbed my camera, opened the flash, pushed open the door... SNAP!
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You better have read my story! :fork:
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Ta’da! There you have it.
An elderly lady - CM - approached me. I cannot remember the exact conversation, only that she obviously had not noticed/been informed of what I had done, or noticed that I meant no harm, and let us go about our business. I wish I could remember in further detail our conversation, but my adrenaline was still through the roof. But I glazed on my southern charm on thick, and if she had any intentions of saying anything, she changed her mind quickly. She called after us, after I kind of nonchalantly ended the conversation, but we kept on walking. I still don’t know if she was calling after us or not. :lol: :lookaroun
Hope you enjoy the picture! :wave:
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You better have read my story! :fork:
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Ta’da! There you have it.
An elderly lady - CM - approached me. I cannot remember the exact conversation, only that she obviously had not noticed/been informed of what I had done, or noticed that I meant no harm, and let us go about our business. I wish I could remember in further detail our conversation, but my adrenaline was still through the roof. But I glazed on my southern charm on thick, and if she had any intentions of saying anything, she changed her mind quickly. She called after us, after I kind of nonchalantly ended the conversation, but we kept on walking. I still don’t know if she was calling after us or not. :lol: :lookaroun
Hope you enjoy the picture! :wave:
