The first time I visited Disney (1969) as just a wee sprout, we took the Pirates of the Carribean ride. I ended up alone in the back of the boat.
We were approaching a bridge. There was an animatronic pirate with a gun. I did the math in my head and I realized that he would fire as I passed under the bridge. My mother said the look on my face was absolute mortal fear as the gun went off-aimed at my head.
We were approaching a bridge. There was an animatronic pirate with a gun. I did the math in my head and I realized that he would fire as I passed under the bridge. My mother said the look on my face was absolute mortal fear as the gun went off-aimed at my head.