original writing disneyland
...e thoughts were, but still, at the time it all seemed so magical. My mum insisted we eat something before we went to look round all the shops and different parts of the boat. I sat with her to eat, but fidgeted around constantly, every now and then I said I needed the toilet, just to catch a glimpse of the shops. In the end my mum gave up, left half of her food and came with me to walk around. Standing on the top deck I lent over the rail and looked back, the cliffs were still in view, even if a bit faded. I lent over as far as possible (ignoring my mums cries of ‘be careful’ and ‘don’t fall’) recreating the famous titanic scene in my head. I opened my mouth and to my surprise tasted the salt in the cold sea air, I think that was one of the best feelings ever. I lent over the side for what seemed like forever, watching the water break as it went either side of the boat, I could have stayed there for ever. I can’t remember exactly how long the journey took, but it seemed to go in no time at all. I watched out of a window as buildings came into view, I was surprised to see what I did. It all looked the same. I don’t exactly know what I was expecting flashing lights, music or even fireworks maybe? On the way to the hotel we stopped off at a duty free hypermarket. I’m not sure why but I remember it so vividly. Everything in there was so cheap compared to English prices, although the reason I probably do remember it so well was when we came out it was raining! Ok, so it wasn’t a torrential downpour but this was France, it was abroad, it wasn’t supposed to rain… was it? I can’t remember the hotel all that much, which is a surprise, it’s usually my favorite thing about coach holidays. Although there are two things I remember well. The first thing being our (top floor) window. It shocked me quite a lot that it opened very wide and was very low. I know that’s a strange thing for a thirteen year old to worry about but all the same, I did and I’ve remembered it vividly. The second thing being as soon as I ran into the hotel room, I ran straight into the bathroom and grabbed all the free toiletries, much to the shock of my mum when she later wanted a wash. The only other thing I recall is getting up very early in the morning all the time we were there. The morning after we arrived we were on the coach again, it wasn’t too bad this time, I was tired but at least it wasn’t too hot and sweaty. A while into the ride I saw the signs telling me Disneyland was getting closer, I wanted to run up and down the coach screaming with joy. I think the only thing that actually stopped me from doing this was the fact that an airplane came incredibly close to our coach and scared me half to death (we were right next to a landing strip). Finally we pulled up inside the coach park and got out, it felt so good just to walk around after being on the stuffy coach, but instead of walking I decided to jump around like a maniac, not caring about the looks I was getting. Walking up to the main entrance I saw the signs of the magic to come; before actually getting to the theme park there is a massive store full of merchandise. I was torn between the sound of the park and the colors and shapes of the shop, I decided to have a quick run around the shop. I walked in and just froze, it was like a movie. Every single Disney character was in every form ever imaginable. I stood on that one spot for ages, mouth open, head turning. This was all I needed to tell me this was going to be an absolutely amazing experience. I don’t remember my entire visit to Disneyland scene by scene but there are some things I remember so clearly. More so than what I did last week. The thing I remember most of all though is the feeling I had while I was there. It felt like I was free, I was transported back to the time where as a small child, nothing mattered apart from right here and right now. To have the wonderful ignorance and naiveity was bliss. Absolutely everything, every single turn and twist was filled with some new and magical wonder. The details of everything made you feel like you were in some kind of fantasy world, where you were the plain, normal and almost boring guest. Feeling like my six year old self wasn’t always a positive thing. After sheltering from the rain I begged my mum to let me onto the ride opposite us, nothing at all had gone wrong with the holiday so far so I was feeling pretty confidant. Still my mum insisted on moving the 20 feet from the cafe to stand near the entrance of the ride. I looked up before I started to queue - ‘ 30 minutes queuing time’, Forty-five minuets later and I was finally on the ride. Already annoyed at my waitin...