The Troll of the Bridge (Marcy Elaine)

Once upon a time, like three years ago, me and my bestie took a trip to the Magical World of Disney. I remember when we were in eighth grade we talked about going for our senior trip, and at the time it was more of a, I wish that will happen, more than a, we are doing this, period, sort of thing. But low and behold... we did it.
This particular gem was in the Tarzan treehouse. Now I don’t quite remember the circumstances but I recall both of agreeing that we had to go in the treehouse. WE HAD TO. I think it was both agreed that whenever we went with others the treehouse was always sort of bypassed. And that was just not happening this time.
If my memory serves me correct, this was right after we went on Indiana Jones, and Splash Mountain. Splash Mountain was close to vacant seeing as how it was cloudy outside, which of course is a green light for shenanigans. We had our fun little misadventures on that ride. Ashlynne got wet, I got SOAKED. Thus the weird hair. I was still half wet in this picture. But I didn’t even care, I was having the time of my life.
I wish I could recall the events that created this picture, but not much. I do remember us both agreeing we wanted a picture somewhere on the treehouse because it was always so rushed and people walking by that we never got a chance before. So I became the troll of the bridge. I think that occupation suits me quite well actually. Disney should hire me.

And oh my gosh I remember those gray shoes!