"Knock on Wood"? I Think Not!

I was 8 when I went to Disney World with my grandparents and my mom. There was this one ride I dreaded to go on, the Tower of Terror. I feared it with my life. My grandparents insisted on me going on it. I hated it. As we walked to the ride, I felt my heart pounding out of my chest. My hands were shaking like hell. There was no other emotion inside me other than fear and stress. The building looked tenebrous and cruel at the time. Next thing I know we're on the line. We were way too close to the elevators for my liking. I hoped and hoped that we wouldn't go on the ride. That's when I heard it. The speakers announced that there was something wrong with the ride. My grandparents believed it, and walked out of the building. I had jinxed the ride, and I'm proud.