We went to Disneyland in Paris, France. We got pancakes for breakfast and then we went to go on a ride. First, we went on a ghost ride. I was so excited. It was going for three minutes and then it stopped. That was my worst nightmare. Then my brother said,” this ride is futile.” It just wouldn’t take off. At this stage, my heart was beating like a drum. The sweat was pumping through me. I was bamboozled. Then a guy with a mask scared me but showed me the exit.