I don’t like heights. I never have. So why it never dawned on me until we were getting in that faux wood log all squished together and getting ready to drop fifty feet I have no idea. Still as anyone that has ever made this mistake will tell you it makes for the best pee your pants fun while also managing to make you a wimp for the rest of the day. Let’s backtrack a bit and fill in the holes before we get to all that though. California, boy is that a sunny place and strangely a lot like here (Hawaii). Even so its very different, from the people to the places to go. I happened to be there for the best part, Disneyland! It was a class trip for all the eight grade orchestra students and we’d been fundraising for it for almost the whole year. This was all paid in part by the fact that we were to play in the park, but that was a small sacrifice for everything else we got to do of course. Now many of my peers had been here before but I have only been to New York, Oregon, Washington D.C. and Hawaii so as you can imagine it was like feeding a squirrel a pixie stick all the time with me. We had already been to Universal Studios and my camera had already been stolen so I wasn’t super happy already but I was hyper so it balanced out. In all honesty I wasn’t looking forward to Disney as much as I had been Universal but I was open minded that morning. At first we wandered about riding little, though fun, things like Space Mountain. Then we passed the Alice in Wonderland Teacups and it was all over. All I wanted to do was ride that. All day, “When’re we riding Alice?” and “Whadda ‘bout the teacups?” The worst thing to do is to irritate the people with all the knowledge, which I had unwisely already done. The next thing on our list of ride we must ride was this Splash Mountain ride that I’d never even heard of. So we walked on all the way across the park past just about everything else I wanted to ride. My poor friend listening as I rambled on the whole way, “Oooh Pirates! I LOVE Jack Sparrow! -insert a billion lame quotes-” and things like that. Splash Mountain is tucked away between bunches of Winnie the Pooh attractions. This I found quite strange and of course I voiced that opinion as well quickly falling in step with Breana again as we stood in line. Lines are always miles long in huge adventure parks like Disneyland leaving loads of time to terrify the wimps in line. There were two little wimps in our group at the moment, Nicole and myself. The both of us were unintelligently trapping ourselves in our own fears as we got closer and closer to the enclosed area in line. I mean even if you are allowed to turn around and leave in line there’s no space. We were pretty much trapped there as our group finally started talking about the finale of the ride, the fifty foot drop. Now I stood there thinking ‘Holy cow f-f-fifty FEET?! How come they didn’t tell me that?!’ As well as ‘I’m going to DIE on a Disney ride. Hello it says Mountain in the name obviously there are drops involved!’ Now I’m nervously chattering away about how I hate heights and how I was mad they didn’t tell me to which they all simply pointed at the glaringly obvious sign that read: Warning (blah blah heart problems etc.) 50 foot drop. So we stood there as I watched people scream bloody murder and plummet to what should have been their deaths but thanks to modern technology was simply a big splash of water all the while panicking. See when I watch these things my head decides hey why not scare yourself more? All in good fun right? Wrong. The whole time I’m thinking about all the stories I’ve ever heard of rides breaking and that 0.01% chance that the ride was going to break while I was on it. The best was yet to come though. Our leaders had found it in their warm hearts to run around the park while we ate lunch and get quick passes for every single ride they could. “Just great,” I muttered, among my panicked and irrational thoughts that I practically whispered burning energy I shouldn’t have had. We skipped the entire line and I had all of a minute to steady myself. This of course couldn’t have gone by any faster than it did and next thing we were fighting over seats. The scared little chicken I was sat in the back with a buddy, the smallest of the group had to sit with someone else by rule so yay it was my lucky day I got to sit by the little one.
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