Why I Want To Go To Disneyland Essay

As a child, everyone has one wish, aside from wanting to be grown up to go to Disneyland. Every kid in my class wished they could tumble down Splash Mountain or savor the renowned turkey drumstick. For me, I knew that dream would be far from reality considering that my mom had six children, each of us less than two years apart. My mom struggled to provide for us, visiting Disneyland was as remote as one of us getting our own room. The usual regime after summer vacation is to write an essay about how we spent our summer. I had gotten tired of the usual essays about vacation bible schools, summer camps and trips to the countryside. I wanted to write about something different. Joshua, my classmate, was always boastful about how he and his twin sister played pool; roller skated and visited different museums.
Embarrassingly I was able to live my childhood dreams. Unfortunately, I was no longer a child when I finally got to Disneyland. Instead, I was a college student who could not boastfully say that I am one of the scores of children around the world who visited Disneyland. No matter your age, something’s never change. Although it would have been foolish of me to eat large cotton candies and suck on Mickey Mouse shaped lollipops-my inner-child was truly awakened. The rumors were true everything about Disneyland makes you happy.

There were Mickey shoes, blouses, lollipops, cookies, headbands and virtually every item you could think about. The rides were short but impactful. For a moment, I felt as if I was being captured by a pirate. The next moment I was in Dumbo 's tea cup then on the magic carpet. It was as if I had travelled the fictional world the times and back with excitement to do it again. The excitement and enthusiasm I felt for Disney as a child filled my memory. My usual impatience and hostility were nowhere to be found as I waited in line for over forty minutes, in some cases to go on