Ever since I was about six years old, I
wanted in the worst way to go to
Disneyland. I would hope every year that my parents would chose Disneyland as our next family vacation destination. I dreamt of the day I would come back from Disneyland with exciting tales of
adventure and a pair of sparkly, ruby red and black Minnie Mouse ears of my very own that would be the envy of every kid in my elementary class. Once I finally went to Disneyland, it was amazing;.Disneyland was everything I had expected and more. However, a couple years later when I returned to Disneyland, it was different. The rides, buildings, and everything in the park did not have the same allure. The magic I had experienced as a child was no longer there..The second I stepped foot onto the amusement park's property, I could feel the magic swirling all around me. As I walked through the crowds of people young and old wearing Disney apparel and Mickey Mouse ears, everything seemed so enchanting: the cheerful music,
the twinkly lights on all of the buildings,and the stores that could have been from my favorite Disney movies. Walking along the streets, I took pictures of everything.around me because I did not want to forget a single detail; I took pictures of the
vibrant yellow, red, and pink flowers that lined the streets, the buildings with intricate details and designs, and the massive roller coasters that glided so.swiftly on their tracks. The air was filled.with heavenly scents of sweet churros, and I had to get one; it was delectable..Everything at Disneyland seemed perfect and like it was out of a movie. Even as I.was about to leave, I got drawn back in;.spectacular,.bright, colorful fireworks.started bursting right over my head, and I.could not bring myself to go. My first visit.to Disneyland was truly enchanting and magical. At the time I thought no other.vacation could ...Everything was dull and no different from any other amusement park. As I walked the streets, I realized how crowded and loud it was. Everywhere I went there
were screaming and crying kids; I just
could not escape it. I did not walk around with the same amusement as I had the first visit. The rides did not seem as big or astonishing; instead, they were just like every ride at Valleyfair. The shops no longer seemed special; they were like any
average kid's toy store, but with more
costly t-shirts and stuffed animals. Now that I was older I started to pay attention to the costs of everything, and Disneyland was not a cheap place. After I realized my parents were spending hundreds of dollars just to get into Disneyland, I was
left with a sour feeling in my stomach. I tried to enjoy myself as much as possible, but for some reason I just could not.
