Essay on Return to Neverland

1018 Words Apr 16th, 2014 5 Pages
Return to Neverland They say that Disneyland is a place where all your dreams come true and as a seven year old girl, my dreams did come true. One can never expect the sights and sounds that emanate from this massively giant unknown world I was about to enter. As I walked past the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse and through the walkway of Cinderella’s castle, I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as if a bass drum was my brain and being pounded with excitement. Going back as a nineteen year old was just as exciting. In some ways it was better. I felt like a little girl again. I was able to remember a lot more. The scenery was much the same. The flower bed of Mickey’s face was just as beautiful as I remembered it to be. The …show more content…
The worst part of it all was that I had the song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I would be walking with my siblings to the next ride on our list and all of the sudden, out of nowhere, I would start singing the one song I hated, “Its a small world after all, its a small world after all, its a small small world.” Out of the millions of songs I could choose from, my mind had to pick the one that annoyed me the most. Another ride that I was not to fond of as a child was the Haunted Mansion. It was like watching a horror movie. I remember an evil laugh at the beginning of the ride that scared the living daylights out of me. The ceiling then opened up to reveal a ghost looking mannequin hanging with a rope around its neck. I thought that I was going to be next. My small little brain started to play tricks on me and I started to imagine that it was I hanging in that dark attic. I imagined what I had done wrong, “Did I kill someone or was I was I being hanged because I was a pirate?” There were so many different things that went through my mind that I just wanted to get out. Now that I am older, I find it kind of ironic that I now love horror movies and that I join in with that evil laugh in the Haunted Mansion. One of the rides that I absolutely loved and rode many times was called Mad Tea party, commonly known as teacups. I loved to use the turntable to make the teacups turn as fast as they could, making it seem as if they would

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