Every year, around fifty million people visit Disney World in Orlando, Florida. Fifty million people trek across the country to see a giant blue castle that seems to touch the clouds and a human-sized mouse that wears bright red shorts. When I was fourteen, my family and I joined those ranks when we set off on a family vacation down south to the “Sunshine state”. Mine and my little brother’s eyes sparkled with childlike joy as we pulled into the enormous parking lot, and we were fit to burst as we scrambled past our parents to tumble out of the car. That day was one of my favorite memories, and even though it has been fourteen years, I can still remember going on my three favorite rides as if it was yesterday. One of the rides that really
