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-I know this isn’t my “normal” content, but I felt necessary to share my experience. I would also like to make it clear this story is 100% true. Also I’m not sponsored but LifeProof hmu -

For background I have an IPhone 6 with the LifeProof case FRĒ (white).

I could sing the praises of the waterproof technology for its wonders in allowing my clumsy self to safely watch movies in the bathtub or listen to music in the pool, but the real selling point for this bad boy of a case is that I am typing this story from the very phone that this story speaks of. The story happened as follows:

Our story starts as my phone took figurative dive through time and space, and came plummeting down onto cold, hard earth. My phone also took a literal fall to the bottom of Space Mountain in Disney World.

“WHAT?” You may ask, “How could someone be so irresponsible??”

I nod- I was asking myself the same question as my gleeful trip around the cosmos was suddenly halted when my hand glided over my now empty pocket mid-ride.

“It’s just gotta be on the ground, right??” I feel around the base of my rocket ship. Nothing. I had my phone in my pocket as I stepped on the ride but now there’s nothing but empty space. In this moment I feel like my phone must have, being thrown for no reason into cold, hard concrete.

Our journey through the galaxy ends and My mom & I alert the Cast Member of the tragedy that has befallen. The noble woman alerts us that they’ll do a walkthrough of the ride at the end of the night and it’ll go to lost and found if they find it.

It’s around 11am so there was no point in crying over love lost. The phone was gone, or maybe it wasn’t. (But it was for now.) Shattered or not, we had no way of knowing if my phone had even survived the crash landing to earth.

Lunch rolls around and our party has learned of the case of the missing phone. Spirits were light- as they should be in DisneyWorld- but questions remained: did the phone survive? Was it completely shattered?? Was my $20 in that case gone forever? Only time would tell.

As we sat and ate lunch my friends got the brilliant idea to call my phone. It was ringing! The phone, wherever it may be drifting around the Milky Way, was in one piece- or at least functioning.

The rest of the day passed with usual Disney magic.

That night, my mom showed me a message from my other friend of this picture:

Aha!! Proof that my phone was alive and functioning somewhere inside of Space Mountain. I guess sometimes tracking apps do coming in handy sometimes, eh?

Some sort of emotion swept over me- happiness that my phone was actually there, and not stolen? Or perhaps hope that I may get my phone back after all, and maybe a slight tinge of disappointment as my chance of getting a new phone dwindled.

The next day begins and soon enough we receive word that they have located what they think is my phone and we’ll be able to get it tomorrow. With the assistance of friends and tracking apps, we watch throughout the day as my phone takes an unwarranted vacation to Town Hall (pictured below) and eventually to the lost and found at Disney Springs.

The next day arrives and it’s time to see the damage that has been done. I fully expect my screen to be shattered beyond repair and the case to be nonexistent (somehow broken or dissembled from the impact)

“WE KNOW YOU HAVE IT!!” My friend slams down his phone proving the location of my phone is inside the lost and found

-“What he means to say, is that we’ve lost a phone and got an email that it was here” retorted my mother, semi-playing along to the good cop-bad cop routine my other friend had insisted on.

The unamused worked retreats to the back to retrieve the missing phone. Tension is building, what will the phone look like?

“Why are there cages in there?” My mom asks, peering through the window into the back. Where there we small cages resembling dog crates. “This must be where they bring the lost kids” she added, pointing at a stroller nearby.

We laugh.

The lady in the back looks uncomfortable and chuckles nervously, as though we’ve revealed Walt Disney himself’s deepest darkest secret.

My friend at this point has decided to call my phone continuously to “help” the Cast Member find it, three unnecessary phone calls later the Cast Member returns the phone into my possession

I turn it over, surprised- the screen isn’t damaged! The case is completely in one piece, with the most sign of impact being that the headphone plug is slightly deformed now and a few dings in the corners where it no-doubtably bounced and possibly slid once it reached the bottom of Space Mountain.

Finally reunited with my phone I promised to make the best LifeProof review I possibly could, and here it is.

So if you are anything like me and you have small pockets (I’m looking at you, ladies) or if you like rollercoasters then I don’t think I could try and recommend the LifeProof FRĒ case for you more.

I’ve been using Otterbox smartphone cases for about the last 10 years.

From my days with my Droid 4 to my Note 3, to my Note 5, and now with my Note 9, I’ve used Otterbox as my go-to smartphone case.

Why? Because from the get-go, my younger brother (who was the 1st one in my family to get a smartphone) highly recommended it and so did the guys at the Verizon store where I got my first smartphone.