Happiest Place on Earth

As the bus from the airport slowly comes to a halt, I jerk back in my seat with a grin from ear to ear. The time has really come again as I peer out the window and see the Welcome Home sign I long to see every year, in Disney World. Surrounded by the pale shades of blue on the buildings, the starry sky, and palm trees, I am once again at The Beach Club, my favorite resort in the Happiest Place on Earth. With a silent and still beauty surrounded by the cool evening breeze, the anticipation of the waking morning is too hard to handle, knowing that the magical feeling of the Magic Kingdom the next day will surround me.

Beep! Beep! Beep! The no longer dreaded alarm clock sounds in the early morning. As I hear my parents groan, not wanting to get up, I jump on their bed and run around the room like the five year old I feel I am. As we pull up to the main entrance of the Magic Kingdom, I get a sensation of butterflies in my stomach, knowing that this is no longer a dream and I will see Mickey Mouse soon. Walking through the clinking and clicking gates, the time is approaching. As I hear the whistle of the steam engine in the distance, I push through the crowd to get the best view of the train station. The crowd starts to cheer, welcoming Mickey and his friends who will open the park at exactly eight A.M. With the heat slowly coming in as the blistering sun moves overhead, I jump up and down from the excitement. I see a glimpse of Mickey Mouse in the corner of my eye. 1! 2! 3! Boom! Rockets shoot out Mickey confetti that glistens in an array of colors as they dwindle down to the ground. As the park opens, I run to the familiar places I have memorized in my head, with my parents trailing behind. Along with the majority of t...

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...neath them and flickering lights above. As we get closer to the elevator, the screeching and static sounds from the ungreased elevator motors are heard. We step in. Immediately we are led through the hotel, encountering the ghosts on the way. Finally we stop, consumed by darkness. There is an anxious silence as faint screams are heard. We descend down the 13 floors, bouncing up and down, seeing familiar landmarks of other parks buried in the trees in the distance. With the feeling of flight, I float in the air every time our elevator drops. The ride stops, and loud applauds and cheering come from the people who were in the elevator with us. As we leave the park for today, I know why Disney World is the best place on earth. It is not only for the rides, but the magical feeling and family time that comes with the making and sharing of these unforgettable experiences.