Personal Narrative: A Day Relived

A Day Relived
Who knew a mouse could make all of my wildest dreams come true? Imagine being a child, and being told that you are about to spend the day at “The Happiest Place on Earth.” To any four year old, a day filled with candy, adventurous rides, and even Mickey Mouse himself sounds like paradise. To this day, I am filled with the same excitement going to Disneyland as I was fifteen years ago. Even driving to the parking deck has some sort of magic only Disney could pull off. My first time at Disney was filled with wonderful rides, my loving family, and memories I would keep close to my heart forever.
Although every time I enter the park an enchanting wave seems to rush over me, no trip will ever be as special as my first. My family

made it a huge deal. With tons of pictures taken on a Kodak disposable camera, matching outfits that were obviously from the 90s and even a VHS taping of the day, my family made sure I would remember it forever. I wore my princess Minnie ears, ate delicious buttery popcorn, and explored all the wonders Disney had to offer in my rental stroller. Starting at a young age, my favorite ride was the Pirates of the Caribbean. From the moment I step in line until I pass through the exit I am filled with the utmost joy. Even at the age of seven, I know the only thing better than Disney was Johnny Depp in a Disney movie. Although every ride seems to bring back a special nostalgia, the combination of Disney’s Pirates and my celebrity crush holds a bit more favoritism than the rest.
Right by Johnny Depp in my list of all-time favorite people, is my family out in California. Living across the country from them my entire life, and being an only child means my time with the ones I love is extremely special to me. I love all my family dearly, but sadly most of them do not get along. That day at Disney is one of the last times I remember them all together with no drama involved. No matter how whimsical Disney can be, nothing could top the enchanting bond my family and I had that day.
Although I think of that day fifteen years ago with a smile on my face, the memory is bittersweet. It was the first and one of the last times I would go to Disneyland with my Aunt Renee. She loved Disney more than anyone else in the family, but sadly her story does not have a happy ending. She died of Mesothelioma not too long after our trip. I am so grateful I was able to spend that day with her. It was the perfect day to keep as one of my last memories with her. I will always remember her glorious curls blowing in the wind as we spun around in the teacups. I remember bumping into her car on Cartopia, which now has been turned into Carsland. All of my family remembers her and the fun we shared every time we go back, which makes Disney even closer to all of our hearts.
Every one wishes they could go back in time and change something, or just experience a situation again. When I see pictures of my hair in braids, holding Aunt Renee’s hand, and posing next to Cinderella with a terrified look on my face, I wish I could go back. If I could choose any day of my entire life I would choose my first trip to Disney. Nothing would make me happier than all of my family experiencing what Disney has to offer together.