my first time i went to disney, we drove. it was living hell. my cousin came along and we just got a new car. now ill share a story.
the nice perfect new car still had the wonderful, new car scent. we left at 11:00 at night, so my mom, cousin and i could sleep in the car. my dad slept all day. i was asleep till around 3:00 in the morning, because my cousin was shaking my arm. he told me he thought he was getting car sick. i told my dad, and my dad said to wait a little wile. i fell back to sleep. when i woke up my dad was shaking me telling me to get out of the car. and i was liek "are we there" and he was like "no! we still have to drive one more day! your cousin just threw up all over the place." well, i screamed at the top of my lungs, because i have a strange fear of vomit. i ran out of the car and into the middle of some high way! i nearly got hit! so i walked over to the side of the car on the grass. my cousin threw up all over my blanket, my pillow and my teddy bear, and all over the back of my moms seat, the floor and the actual seat. there went the new car scent! so i had to sit in the car for more than 24 hours in a car that smelled like puke!