Personal Narrative: My Memories Of Disney World

Memories are something people cherish, whether it was a bad memory, good memory, or even the worst memory one can think of. The most valued memory are the most outstanding experience. When I was young, watching Disney Channel was an everyday thing for me. I would imagine myself having an opportunity to meet the characters in person, and Disney World was the only place I could think of.

Disney World was the most memorable experience because I had a chance to meet Mickey and Minnie mouse, went on the most amazing rides, and got an opportunity to watch Beauty and the Beast Live. First of all, Disney World was a good experience for me because I had a chance to meet Mickey and Minnie mouse. I could remember their big black noses and

They appeared taller and larger than I expected. My mother wanted us to take a family photo with Mickey and Minnie mouse but I strongly denied it, “mommy I’m scared” I said. Then, out of nowhere, Minnie mouse came from behind me, assuming that she overheard my previous conversation, and gave me a hug. Her hugs were the softest hugs I had gotten in my life. I looked at her then realized how harmful she was and told my mother that I was ready to take a family photo with my two favorite characters. “Say cheese, “said the camera man. After the photo, both Minnie and Mickey mouse gave me a hug and offered my family and me a tour around the park at no cost. “Yes! We would love to!” my mother replied. Walking around Disney World with Minnie and Mickey mouse was the most exciting day of my life. Furthermore, Disney World was the best experience for me because I went on the most amazing rides. Walking around the park, Monica, who is my older sister, would always tell me stories about the risks and dangers of getting on a rollercoaster and stories about people going to the hospital die to their horrible

The show started at 6pm. Every single kid in the park ran to have a front row set in the show room. Unfortunately, my family arrived there very late and we had to sit in the back rows. Being that I was only 8 years old and only 4inches, I was not able to see anything on stage. My father, placed me on his shoulder so I can have a better view of the show. “Hello, we can’t see from back here.” Complained another father who was also sitting in the back row.” Well we are all trying to watch the same show, so deal with it.” My mother replied. The families were arguing back to back and security guards asked both my family and the other family to escort themselves out the room and to never return again. Suddenly, I began to cry. One of the guards were concerned. “Why are you crying sweetheart?” he asked. “Because this was going to be my first time watching Beauty and the Beast and parents ruined everything for me!” I replied aggressively. The security looked quite astonished on the comment I made and told me he can possibly sneak me in the front row to make me smile again. Of course I agreed but my parents didn’t. My father did not want me to be alone during the show. The security guard addressed him that if he lets our family back into the show, he would have to let the other family in too. “Okay well who would she be with then?” asked my mother.