Personal Narrative: The Lion King

As a child, my parents shaped me into their ideal image of a little girl. The formation of their ideals actually started long before I first opened my eyes in the hospital. My story began back in 1988, when my parents met while working at Walt Disney World as cultural exchange workers from Canada. Their romance is a fairy tale. They had their first date at the Magic Kingdom, they spent all their days off on a Florida beach, and they experienced the technical magic that Disney is so well-known for. After a year, they returned to Canada, settled down together in Waterdown, and bought dozens of Disney VHS tapes. I showed up a whole decade after their “happily ever after”. I was indoctrinated into the Disney philosophy as soon as I could sit through The Lion King without screaming during Mufasa’s death. I actually believed that my parents were a king and a queen because they met at Walt Disney World. I had to inherit my parents’ fairy tale someday; therefore, I had to fit my parents’ expectations of a princess. As their first child, I was coddled and babied constantly. I lost my …show more content…
I was hot, overwhelmed, and cranky. Space Mountain made my stomach hurt and Pirates of the Caribbean left me terrified. I was wearing a frilly Cinderella dress and uncomfortably strappy sandals that pinched my toes. The gray Florida sky over the castle threatened to spit on us at any moment. Dad noticed the signs of a storm; so, Mom grabbed my hand and ushered me into one of the gift shops along Main Street. The gift shop was stuffed with tourists who were milling around to wait out the passing storm. I examined my surroundings and spotted a plastic tiara on a shelf close to the shop’s entrance. I released Mom’s hand, waddled over to the crown, and placed it on my head. Mom shoved through the throngs of tourists to get to me, and then she noticed the