It was a windy, and gloomy, October day in the parks of Disney World. As I was walking around the parks the wind whirled through hair and swirled through the trees. My family and I were strolling together around the park. My mother and grandparents were guiding us to a surprise ride. I didn't have a clue what it was till we turned the corner, then the first thing that caught my eye was The Tower of Terror. When I saw the tower I froze in fear, and my terror of the trip began.
The Tower of Terror is set up like a spooky, old elevator. The ride has three rows of three seats on each side of the elevator. The elevator door opens and closes on different floors, each time when the doors open you see the whole Disney park from high up. Then comes a sudden drop, I didn't see it coming the first time it dropped. I was screaming the entire ride after that. There was this awful feeling of my heart pausing and thinking that the ride would collapse all the way down. When the drop has stopped on a different floor, I felt a continuous, heavy breathing. It was honestly one of the scariest things I've done in my life. …show more content…
I'm thankful my family convinced me to ride it because it turned out to be very amusing and entertaining, even though I was petrified most of the ride. I would definitely go on the ride