Sometimes life is miserable. It might be because of hardship, plans changing, or even just the weather for the day turning out horrendous. At times like this, it’s hard to stay positive or even consider having a good time. But, I experienced first-hand that even during the gloomiest of times; you can still find a glimmer of happiness.
It all started when I was four and my family was vacationing at Disney World in Orlando, Florida. I was seated securely in my stroller as my family traveled down Main Street USA, trying to navigate our way to the Fantasyland section of the park. The air was disgustingly hot and damp around the five of us, and while the rain had ceased for the time being, some of the dark clouds continued to linger in the sky. As I fussed with my yellow Mickey Mouse poncho, my eyes focused on the giant castle down the street. It was …show more content…
I began to feel gloomy and disappointed in how the day was turning out. Wondering what ride would even operate during these horrible conditions, I pouted silently to myself. Disney World was supposed to be a magical place; TV commercials were obviously just big fat liars that couldn’t be trusted. ‘Nuh-uh, I’m never getting excited over something on TV ever again. This is so unfair.’ I brooded, my face screwed up in distaste as I tried to wipe rain droplets out of my vision. As my mom lifted me out of my stroller, my dad asked a woman if the ‘Dumbo The Flying Elephant’ ride was still running.
“I don’t know, I really wouldn’t think so.” The woman replied, sounding just as disappointed as we all felt. As the booming of thunder quieted to a distant rumble, they announced the ride would continue operating. Ignoring the drizzling rain hitting my hood, I rocked back and forth on my heels, feeling tingly all over. The ride towered over me and I wondered if it was safe. Gripping Mom’s hand, I swallowed back my nerves and continued to glance up at the elephant figures; imaging the ride closer to the
It all started when I was four and my family was vacationing at Disney World in Orlando, Florida. I was seated securely in my stroller as my family traveled down Main Street USA, trying to navigate our way to the Fantasyland section of the park. The air was disgustingly hot and damp around the five of us, and while the rain had ceased for the time being, some of the dark clouds continued to linger in the sky. As I fussed with my yellow Mickey Mouse poncho, my eyes focused on the giant castle down the street. It was …show more content…
I began to feel gloomy and disappointed in how the day was turning out. Wondering what ride would even operate during these horrible conditions, I pouted silently to myself. Disney World was supposed to be a magical place; TV commercials were obviously just big fat liars that couldn’t be trusted. ‘Nuh-uh, I’m never getting excited over something on TV ever again. This is so unfair.’ I brooded, my face screwed up in distaste as I tried to wipe rain droplets out of my vision. As my mom lifted me out of my stroller, my dad asked a woman if the ‘Dumbo The Flying Elephant’ ride was still running.
“I don’t know, I really wouldn’t think so.” The woman replied, sounding just as disappointed as we all felt. As the booming of thunder quieted to a distant rumble, they announced the ride would continue operating. Ignoring the drizzling rain hitting my hood, I rocked back and forth on my heels, feeling tingly all over. The ride towered over me and I wondered if it was safe. Gripping Mom’s hand, I swallowed back my nerves and continued to glance up at the elephant figures; imaging the ride closer to the