With this trip, it was a road trip. We were going from Chicago all the way down to Orlando, Florida to go to Disney World, another one of my childhood memories that never escaped me. I never got used to falling asleep in the car. I was wide awake while my siblings we knocked out. It didn’t bother me that they used me as their pillow…except when they drooled….
I ignored the fact that I would have to change my shirt the next chance I got. My eyes were too busy with getting engrossed with the imagery outside of my window. For the most part we were on the highway and I would usually catch myself in a daze by all the cars that streamed from my vision. There was the occasional farm and I would see cows just grazing away or horses minding their own business. My eyes would get a treat once we had to go through a city. I believe it was Indianapolis. I easily get distracted when I look up at Skyscrapers. Hearing the sounds of busy streets excite me instead of aggravate me. No matter how old I get, I will still feel like a little kid staring up at shiny buildings as the sun reflects off them. I’m not sure if I will still like busy streets, but I like them now.
The road trip repeated that pattern. Continuous strips of highway, towering skyscrapers, and knocked out siblings. I continued to be the silent observer. I looked up at the brilliant blue sky on occasion. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight and I would find myself get lost in the vastness of it. A smile slipped across my face once I realized we made it to our destination. I slapped my siblings’ silly to wake them up. Their grogginess faded instantly once I told them we were in Orlando.
We wasted no time to get ready for Disney World. I think my siblings we more excited than I was. They wanted to go right away, but we situated ourselves in the hotel and rested first. Disney World was amazing when we finally got there. We took a lot of pictures while we were there. I’m not exactly sure where those pictures are now but the memories are imprinted on my mind. I remember when my sister almost took out Minnie Mouse. She was so excited to see all the characters walking around. I was mostly excited when night time came and a parade was going on. Everything was lit up and the princesses were waving at the crowd. I remember Cinderella the most. Fireworks were being set off when I was looking at her. I smiled happily as I watched her disappear from my sight
Back then I still dreaded rides. I never wanted to go on one until I was dragged into the line. It was the last thing we were going to do before we were going to be on our way home. My fear heightened as we drew nearer and nearer to the ride. The ride was called Splash Mountain. I should have been excited to go on this ride because of my lover for water, but it didn’t ease my fear of drops at all. Before I knew it, I was strapped in and on my way to a very cold splash. Shrieks came from my mouth, but I didn’t cry. I was actually enjoying it. My whole body was soaked after it, but I came out with a laugh. It was a good way to end Disney World. I haven’t been there since then and it has been nearly a decade.
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