| The last time we went to Disney, Caleb wasn't big enough to ride the Tower of Terror so him and Mondo sat it out and I rode with Ethan. He was finally big enough so we were all 4 going to ride it together. We asked him numerous times if he wanted to and he always said yes. Once we got to the top and were about to load I started to get nervous and thought it probably wasn't the best idea and told him he could back out and he said no. Well...a few seconds into the ride he wanted off but it was too late. It's basically a creepy elevator ride through hallways of an old spooky, ghostfilled hotel. But I forgot how dark it was and that freaked him out. Then it finally opens to the outside...and drops you to the ground....then you fly back up, then drop back down...you get the idea. He didn't like that. He never cried. But he HATED it. He has told us, repeatedly, "I DO NEVER want to ride that again. EVER!" Ok. Got it. Our bad. I think he might be scarred for life. And he said it wasn't the darkness or the ghosts. He said it was the way it made his stomach feel when it dropped. Huh?! |