“Matthew, I can’t wait to get on this ride. I love Splash Mountain almost as much as I love brownies,” I said with joy. “I know, I can’t believe we’re finally here!” As we approached the line, I could feel my heart pounding more and more. The night sky was growing darker and the rain was falling in large droplets. I turned to Matthew, and screeched, “I seriously can’t wait! I want to ride ten times! I hope we don’t have to wait.” He laughed, “me too.” We were shocked when we realized there was actually no wait. We moved through the line like cheetahs. Our feet barely touched the ground as we skipped in excitement through the dark and eerie queue. We finally got to the loading station. “Ahhhhh, I am so excited right now. How are you not jumping up and down?” I screamed. Again Matt laughed, “you’re nuts! I’m excited too, just not that excited I guess!”
“Everyone in the boat! Load row one,” the Splash Mountain expert yelled. As always I asked, “where do I get the least wet? I don’t want to ruin my hair or my outfit?” Matt looked at me with disgust. We hopped in the boat and pulled the bar down. No one else got in the boat. Matt and I were alone. I thought to myself, “how cool is this? We really have the boat all to ourselves!”
Before I could even check if I was tight and secure the boat took off like a rocket. I felt the splash of the cool water as the boat sailed away. “OH NO, I think my bar is broke or something,” I screamed. “Mine is too,” Matt screeched back. “What are we going to do? We’re dead, we are going to die,” I thought to myself. Splash then up, up, up the boat went. Our boat had jolted out of the station and made its first drop. It was only a tiny one so it wasn’t so bad. I felt the warm moist air hit my face as we approached the outside. I debated screaming for help now that we were out in the open. I decided not to, but gripped my hands tighter to the bar, so tight that I thought my hands would fall off. “We are going down again,” Matt screamed.
Crick, Crack, Crick, the boat dropped fast into the frigid and dark inside stream. The water was rushing below and all I could see was pure black. My fear grew and nearly exploded inside of me. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screeched at the top of my lungs. “What in the world is wrong with you?” Matt asked with a rather scared but puzzled look on his face. We sailed through the eerie pitch dark tunnel. The dancing fake characters and bright scenery was finally visible. Whoosh, splash, our boat dropped again into the last minute of peace before our “death drop”. “Matt, please tell mom and dad I love them. I’m sorry for all the bickering and silly fights.” I sobbed. “Duh, I am going to die too, but I love you too, and I’m sorry too!” he cried back.
“I believe this is it!” I screamed. I grasped onto the bar and pressed my whole body against the back and side of the boat. “To the laughing place” it said at the entrance to the big drop. Too bad I wasn’t laughing. In fact, I was hysterical. I mean you don’t ever really prepare yourself to die, so knowing I was going to be a goner for a whole 11 minutes and 26 seconds was not fun.
Darkness hit me like a foul baseball at Yankee Stadium. Creek, Crick, Creek, Crick, Creeeek, Criiiick, Craaack that sound seemed to go on forever. I looked down and all I saw was the rushing water from five stories below. I shut my eyes so tight that my brain nearly met the outside of my head.
Whoooooooooooooosh! “I died, I must have fell out,” I thought to myself when suddenly the rush and splash of icy water overtook my snow white face. I looked over and saw the color return to Matt’s face. My now soaking wet shirt, shorts, and the laughter was indication we were alive! “That was awesome, gotta go again!” I sung. “Are you out of your mind? I am pretty sure I had a heart attack.” Matt replied back with some confusion.
Zip-a-dee-do-da-zip-a-de-a, the music was like a symphony, beautiful and peaceful. It meant we had reached the end safely! Oddly enough the rain had stopped, but we were certainly wet enough from the major wave that crashed into our little boat. We had finally sailed back to the dock. “Hey, I guess that is the way the lap bar is supposed to be,” I chuckled. “Ha-ha yeah I guess,” Matt agreed. “I guess we shouldn’t be so dramatic next time, Disney knows what they are doing,” I shrugged.
As we were getting out of the boat, I turned to my little brother and screamed, “I am so glad we are okay. I still love that ride more than brownies, and I am soo ready to go again!”