JEDIsney
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Hey everyone =) This is my first post, so all of you should feel special that I'm posting in this thread Actually, I have been reading the boards here for about four months, but have just never posted. So yeah, here I go. I'm not sure if my story is as funny or good compared to everyone else's, but I'll give it a shot anyway.
It was November 2002. I was at Disney with my best friend of 10 years, Heather, and her parents, Kim and Alan. We're at the MGM Studios, and we're over by The Tower of Terror. I wanted to go on it, and so did Alan, but Kim would not go on it because she's too afraid, and also has motion sickness with extreme rides like that. Heather, on the other hand, couldn't make up her mind. So all four of us got on line for Tower of Terror. Finally, we get into the 'basement', and we're getting closer and closer to the elevators. Heather starts panicking and people around her are starting to stare. She almost turns back, but I persuade her not to. So we finally get to the elevators, Kim steps aside as she will leave and wait for us at the exit, as Alan, Heather, and I get put into the elevator in the top middle. Alan is on the left, I'm in the middle (with the seatbelt), and Heather's on my right. Now I've ridden the Tower of Terror many times before, so I know what's happening around me. Heather is still panicking, so I'm letting her know what's going on and when we actually fall. We go through the hallway and get placed in the other elevator, and when it gets pitch black and quiet, when you can't hear a thing, I look at Heather and say "This is it." Right when I say that, we drop, and all you can hear now is Heather screaming. You would think that she would lose her voice or something, or that she doesn't need air, because she does not stop screaming, even for a second. Heather had this death grip on my arm so I couldn't even more. I distinctivley remember looking up as we were going down and thinking to myself that I couldn't even enjoy the ride because of this high pitched, non-stop screaming that is right next to my ear. Finally, we stop. You know when you go up, and the doors to outside open, and you can see outside the Tower of Terror? Well, it was really cloudy outside when we went on. When the ride stopped, I felt little droplets on my arm, figuring that it started to rain, and the rain came through the doors that open. Well, I look to my right, and there's Heather, crying hysterically on my arm. Absolutely every single person in the elevator with us turns back and looks at us and makes sure Heather is okay. "Are you okay?", "Are you alright?", is what we got mostly. I'm sure that they probably couldn't enjoy the ride either.
When we got out of the elevator, people were still asking Heather whether or not she was okay. When we went to our pictures, you can see Heather's head buried in my shoulder, and the heads of everybody on the ride are all turned to Heather, except for mine and Alan's. The CM's were making sure she was okay, too. They even followed us around MGM for a little bit. Kind of embarrassing for me, but I can only imagine how embarrassing it was for her.
Since then, we've returned to Disney in November 2004. Alan and I went on the Tower of Terror, but Heather would not. Don't blame her though.
It was November 2002. I was at Disney with my best friend of 10 years, Heather, and her parents, Kim and Alan. We're at the MGM Studios, and we're over by The Tower of Terror. I wanted to go on it, and so did Alan, but Kim would not go on it because she's too afraid, and also has motion sickness with extreme rides like that. Heather, on the other hand, couldn't make up her mind. So all four of us got on line for Tower of Terror. Finally, we get into the 'basement', and we're getting closer and closer to the elevators. Heather starts panicking and people around her are starting to stare. She almost turns back, but I persuade her not to. So we finally get to the elevators, Kim steps aside as she will leave and wait for us at the exit, as Alan, Heather, and I get put into the elevator in the top middle. Alan is on the left, I'm in the middle (with the seatbelt), and Heather's on my right. Now I've ridden the Tower of Terror many times before, so I know what's happening around me. Heather is still panicking, so I'm letting her know what's going on and when we actually fall. We go through the hallway and get placed in the other elevator, and when it gets pitch black and quiet, when you can't hear a thing, I look at Heather and say "This is it." Right when I say that, we drop, and all you can hear now is Heather screaming. You would think that she would lose her voice or something, or that she doesn't need air, because she does not stop screaming, even for a second. Heather had this death grip on my arm so I couldn't even more. I distinctivley remember looking up as we were going down and thinking to myself that I couldn't even enjoy the ride because of this high pitched, non-stop screaming that is right next to my ear. Finally, we stop. You know when you go up, and the doors to outside open, and you can see outside the Tower of Terror? Well, it was really cloudy outside when we went on. When the ride stopped, I felt little droplets on my arm, figuring that it started to rain, and the rain came through the doors that open. Well, I look to my right, and there's Heather, crying hysterically on my arm. Absolutely every single person in the elevator with us turns back and looks at us and makes sure Heather is okay. "Are you okay?", "Are you alright?", is what we got mostly. I'm sure that they probably couldn't enjoy the ride either.
When we got out of the elevator, people were still asking Heather whether or not she was okay. When we went to our pictures, you can see Heather's head buried in my shoulder, and the heads of everybody on the ride are all turned to Heather, except for mine and Alan's. The CM's were making sure she was okay, too. They even followed us around MGM for a little bit. Kind of embarrassing for me, but I can only imagine how embarrassing it was for her.
Since then, we've returned to Disney in November 2004. Alan and I went on the Tower of Terror, but Heather would not. Don't blame her though.