It was a day meant to be at Disneyland. My cousins came down all the way from South Africa to visit us, and seeing as theyʼve never been to the Happiest Place on Earth before, we decided to take them.
There were nine of us in total. My older sister, Row; my mom; my two cousins, Sarah and Ava, and their mothers; a family friend, Bev; and a girl we just happen to pick up on the side of the road, oh I forget her name lets just call her That Girl.
The day was sunny and unusually warm for October. We all piled into a four seater car, some of us sitting on top of each other. Those two hours in that car ﬂew by fast, and before I knew it, we were at Disneyland.
We all piled out of the car, stumbling and tripping over one another. I looked up and saw it.
Those beautiful blue gates, gleaming in the bright sunlight. I just wanted to throw myself on them like a wild animal and scream, “MY PRECIOUS!”
We entered into the park and stood while we decided what we wanted to do ﬁrst.
You see, I havenʼt been to Disneyland since I was about ﬁve, so I didnʼt remember much about it and I havenʼt really been on most of the rides.
Row, That Girl and I really wanted to go on the Matterhorn Bobsleds, but Sarah and Ava were afraid of roller coasters and after much talking, we decided to split up and do the rides we wanted and then meet up later on at the pickle stand (yes. There were pickles at Disneyland).
We treaded over to the Matterhorn and waited in line. I was feeling so nervous and excited. After much anticipation, we were next.
As we climbed in and buckled ourselves in, I felt like I wanted to jump off the ride and run away as fast as I could.
Row was sitting in front of me. The ride started to move and Row was the only thing in front of me to grab on to. Squeezing the life out of my sister and screaming in her ear, the ride went even faster. I closed my eyes so I could see nothing, pretending it was nearly done.
And then, the ride was over.
Shaking and half dead, I stepped off the ride. I looked down at my hand and saw that it was all bloody. I must have scratched it during the ride. It hurt pretty bad.
After the ride, we met up with the others at the pickle stand and headed over to the Alice in Wonderland ride. I went on with my cousins and Row and screamed.
We went on the Snow White ride, Mr Toadʼs Wild Ride (which was my favorite) and the race cars and I screamed on every one of them. I was pretty sure everyone who went on the rides with me were deaf at that point.
By then, it was lunch time, so we all went to get pizza. My cousins are gluten free, so we got gluten free pizza, which was really nasty. Youʼd never think they would have bad food at Disneyland, but of corse we found it. It was basically a pancake with ketchup and something that looked like cheese on it. That was the ﬁrst and last time I would ever be ordering that.
After lunch, we went over to the Finding Nemo submarine ride. After waiting in the line for a short amount of time, we climbed down...