Wow, my scrapbook sucks! Yes, I took this picture from my phone of my scrapbook. First I just noticed that I actually scribbled something out. Why I just didn't throw the paper away and use a new fresh sheet is beyond me. But, please notice the caption, "Waiting for my death". That phrase was no joke. I almost died. Of embarrassment.
I was just tall enough to be in my own car. I didn't have to ride double with my parents. I was so excited. Now, these are the silly little cars at Disneyland that ride ON A TRACK. No matter how you steer, you will still end up going in the right place. Well, no one told me this. I was eight - and apparently not that smart.
As I got in the car, I realized that I couldn't push the gas peddle in and see over the top of the car at the same time. I panicked. My car inched forward as I stretched my leg as far as it could go, but pretty much I wasn't moving. All of a sudden, I heard someone yelling. I turned around and OMG, there was a line of cars, full of people all waiting for me to move. I swear I remember one guy yelling, MOVE!! PUSH THE PEDDLE!!! I think I might have started crying. Because all i remember was that I practically laid down in the car just so I could push the gas all the way in. I even remember going past one of the disneyland workers and almost yelled out to him, "help me!" But I was too embarrassed.
I was seriously traumatized from this experience. And whenever I go to an amusement park and see one of these car rides, a flood of memories return to me and I relive the most horrific day of my life.
NOTE: This story is not made up or exaggerated. Just wanted to let you know.