The Disney World Adventure
Throughout my childhood I can recall many memories that caused
emotional delight as well as emotional devastation. My memories go
back as early as conquering my fears of sleeping in the dark to
acknowledging I was never going to learn how to skate. Those few
examples don’t compare to the one childhood experience that still
haunts me today.
I couldn’t wait for my family and I to take our annual vacation. It was
during those times that I enjoyed myself most. I had anticipated this
vacation to be the best. After all, I was going to the greatest place
in the world. Little did I know I was about to embark on a journey
that would leave a scare in my memory, permanently. The incident
took place more than twelve years ago, yet I can recall the date and
time as if it were yesterday. The date, Saturday, June 13, 1987; the
time, 2:00 in the afternoon. The sun was at its peak and it felt as if
it was hot enough to fry an egg in the middle of the street.
As the large doughy hand reached down to grab mine, I began to
panic. My palms began to sweat and I could feel my heart pumping
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wildly. This giant monstrosity before me was huge. I’d never been so
frightened. The closer the hand got to mine the more intense my
heart beat. The faster my heart beat the more frightened I became. I
could hear my mother’s sweet, faint voice from beside me saying, “Go
ahead, honey, shake his hand.” I remember looking at her and looking
at the hand getting closer to me and immediately taking off. I wasn’t
running to escape fear. I felt as if I was running to save my life. I ran
through hordes of people. People who were talking so loudly I couldn’t
hear myself think. I had no idea where I was going. The sweet smell
of cotton candy was in the air. I could feel gum underneath my shoes
and I could see traces of peanuts on the ground. I continued to run
faster and faster. As I continued to run I could hear a song repeating
the same words over and over again. The words were simple yet very
agitating. It’s a small world after all, it’s a small world after all, it’s a
small world after all, it’s a small world after all. Those words rang in
my mind then and I can still hear them today.
There were lots of other kids around that looked to be my age having
the time of their lives. Yet I was beyond frustration and I would even
say I was having the worst time in my life. I eventually slowed down
to take a closer look at my surroundings. Just when I thought it was
safe I saw another giant coming my way. This giant was almost
identical to the one that had approached me before but, it wore a
dress with polka dots on it and a big red bow was sitting at the top
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of its head. It appeared as though it was trying to get me, too. It’s
funny because over the hundreds and thousands of voices in the air I
could, again, hear my mother’s voice. The sweet, faint, sound of her
voice I had heard once before had changed into a voice of frustration
and anger. The truth of the matter was that she was having to go
through the same crowds of people I was going through to catch me.
She was pleading for me to stop. She didn’t understand that my feet
were unable to stop running. She didn’t understand that each time I
tried to stop another giant quickly approached me with a huge smile,
resembling that of the Joker from Batman. She didn’t realize I had to
continue my journey into the unknown. I had to run as if I was on
some great mission for the FBI. This great mission would decide
whether I lived or died.
Something strange happened next. I thought I had lost the giants
and that I was safe. I said to myself in a whisper that if I could run
up the approaching steps to take a look out at what was going on
behind me I would be able to see if the coast was clear. See, I
remember the last time I stopped to look around another giant came
in my midst. This time I had to be smarter than before. I ran up the
steps. I was hardly breathing. After catching two good breaths I
turned around only to see the face of my mother who looked as if she
could use a glass of water. She had sweat popping out from
everywhere. She quickly grabbed me and began to ask me why I had
run off so far. I tried explaining to her that those giants she wanted
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me to take pictures with didn’t seem friendly to me at all. They had
big ears, big noses, and feet the size of … of…, well they had the
biggest feet I’d ever seen. She explained that they were harmless
and that I had nothing to be afraid of. I wanted to believe her, but I
couldn’t. I simply asked that we cut our day short and go back to the
hotel. She complied if for no other reason than she was pretty tired
herself. The rest of my family quickly gathered around me with looks
of aggravation as if I was the cause of their entire day being ruined. I
didn’t care. I knew I was getting ready to leave the place that
brought much turmoil to my life. I was preparing to leave the place
that many referred to as the greatest place on earth. I was leaving
Disney World, a place where memories are made, nightmares emerge,
and dreams turn to disaster.
