Personal Narrative On Disneyland

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I’ve been to Disneyland a total of one time my whole life, yet it was just as magical as if I had been there multiple times. The morning I went to Disneyland, my mom woke me up and told me to get dressed at about 8 o’clock on a cold, brisk morning. I had no idea where we were going or who we were going to see. At this time we did not have a car, so we took a full bus crowded with commuters to Disneyland. On the bus there were many different kinds of people ranging from old, decrepit women to burly men with bulging muscles. The bus ride was filled with occasional muffled announcements from the driver and the distinct ding of people getting ready to get off. We were going to what some refer to as the happiest place on earth. When we entered

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