283/365/Scary Stuff

Not wanting to deliberately scare myself has also transferred to a reluctance to get on thrill rides—roller coaters, etc. Sometimes I do anyway, and sometimes it’s fun. Once, Craig and I took a 5-day trip to Disney World.

We went to the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, a sheer drop. I was nervous. I sat through the TZ introductory film, then I bailed before the ride. I had to be escorted out the back. Craig rode and was so shaken that I couldn’t get him to go on anything tamer, like Splash Mountain, which I rode by myself. They put me by myself in the first car. Just as it was our turn to drop down the falls, just as I got to the doors that were about to open, me in the front, they shut down the ride for like 10 minutes. I got to sit there knowing I’d be the first to see what would happen when the ride started up again.