#77

I remember during my first trip to Disneyland, my dad wanted us all to go on the Haunted Mansion. Within the first stage, when you are in the room with the ceiling that gets taller, my mom got claustrophobic and ran out. When I see my mom running, there must something really messed up with this place, so my sister and I run after her, forcing my dad to follow. Then, my dad promises me that I will like it and makes me go on with him. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, convinced it was scariest thing I ever experienced. I ran out crying and my dad was really mad. I was 9. Now, Tower of Terror is my favorite ride. How messed up is that?