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The Odyssey Edit

DisneyLand was on number 3 on my list of favorite places-which obviously meant I loved it. So when I got to go there for four whole days, I was pretty excited. When we got there, we where pretty tired from the car, but excited, to. We ate quickly in Downtown Disney and went to bed.

On the day before my birthday, I got up early, packing a small bag that went across my shoulder with my camera (birthday present), a pack of gum for when I got hungry but couldn’t eat, and a notebook to write my Fun Scale on. I got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and woke up my parents. Pretty soon, we had walked all the way down from the hotel to the entrance of Disneyland. Fun Scale so far: 8 out of ten. Pretty good.

My brother wanted to go on the scary rides in California Adventure (he held the record for going on California Screaming : 24 times in a row). My plan was to do all the small, boring rides-which would be fun for my mom in fantasyland first so tomorrow we could do all the fun ones. So we split up. I walked quickly over to the Peter Pan ride, where a line was forming fast. Fun Scale: 7 out of ten. That was okay.

I got there with my mom behind me. I Looked over at my shoulder to grin at my mom…… but she wasn’t there. I looked around, but she wasn’t anywhere. I remembered the important rule and stayed where I was. I waited for five minutes. Nothing. I got out my cell phone, which I should have done before. My mother picked up on the first ring. She seemed nervous as she practically yelled my name over the phone. I told her I was ok, but I asked where she was. She told me that she had followed me at first, and then had called my name because she wanted a picture. When I didn’t respond, she realized I had wandered off, and probably remembered that she hadn’t moved and would come. When I didn’t, she panicked and was moving toward Fantasy Land and gotten my call. As she told me the story, I realized something. It wasn’t to late to have an adventure, was it? It would be boring to go around on all the little rides with my mom, who would definitely have me taking pictures every five minutes. It was getting croweded , to. I explained the situation to my mom. She sounded like she hated the idea. I begged her over and over again to please just go at some boring ride and wait for me there. She said no. I told her I would have to come anyway, so why not make it interesting? Again, no. This went on for a while before I told her that I would come, but she could speak to any of the Disney characters or anyone else for help. Not even my Dad. She finally agreed.Fun Scale: 3 out of ten. Dealing with fussy mothers is never fun.

I closed my phone and set off. Well, I could have a little fun. I spotted the Alice ride and went in line. After that I went to tea cups where I could get in by standing close to the family next to me and occasionally smiling at them, making them look like my family. I got in and picked my favorite tea cup, almost running into a two-year old in my rush to get there. When I was done, my phone rang. My mother wanted me to hurry. I told her I would be there. Then, on my way out, I saw a man in a light green disneyland suit go through a hidden door on the side of the white rabbits house. He had accidentally left the door a crack open. I looked around, worried that someone might see me. I went through the door.

When I got in, was dark and damp, odd for DisneyLand. I walked around for a while, looking around until I saw a crack of light in an open door. Fun Scale: 8 out of ten. Definitely perking up. It was loud with voices and looked warm. I went in. No one noticed that I had just slipped into The Mad Hatter Store. I looked around. Grinning, I took a silver and blue hat and walked out. I continued, still happy from my discovery. Then, I saw another door. It wasn’t open like the last one, but it looked inviting. I went in. It was the gift shop right next to the entrance of Fantasy Land. I grabbed a small tinker bell flashlight and went out. I walked around even more, passing several doors and getting more objects. In the last store, I got a bag for my gifts so I wouldn’t have to carry them. Each store helped me figure out where I was by looking out side to see what ride or part I was in. I saw yet another and didn’t think twice.

I went in and was delighted to find out I was in the Sleeping Beauty shop. The one in the DisneyLand castle. I gasped quietly as I saw a frosted glass figure of DisneyLand. It had to be more then all the other items I had. Then, I felt guilty. I “dropped” twelve dollars, as a thanks, got the glass figure, then left. I made sure to wrap it in the Tinker Bell shirt that I got so it wouldn’t break. Fun Scale: 9 out of ten. I love DisneyLand.

After that I decided, enough was enough. I had gotten several calls from my mother, who sounded angrier every time I heard her. I saw another door. I went through, to finally meet my mother. Big mistake. I found my self in line for Splash Mountain. That is the only ride in Disney Land that I can’t go on. When I was five, my brother made me go on it, telling me it wasn’t scary ride until the end. I didn’t hear the last part, though and was delighted by all the puppets and cartoon characters that I saw. Then came the end. I screamed so hard my mom said she couldn’t hear afterwards. I left the ride crying and sobbing and swearing I would never go on it again. So, this was a problem.

How had I gotten all the way over here? It was to far to go back now. The crowd was packed and if I left someone might see that I was alone. I had no choice. I walked and kept reassuring myself it would be ok. But my heart was thudding hard and I wanted to scream. I got on. I would be ok. I felt sick. I tried to take my mind off of it and relax. It worked for a while. I smiled at all the cute characters and laughed at the jokes. And then I had a flashback. I was acting exactly this way at five, smiling and happy. Then I remembered the part where my mom told me not to worry , it was ok, it would be very fast. I was confused at first and then as I saw rushing water and day light, I knew. I clutched my bag and quietly started to scream. I held on and…………I fell. My insides seemed to drop under me but I had my eyes closed and I breathed in and out. Then I felt cold water splash all over me and it was over. I opened my eyes. I was actually quite dry. I laughed. I laughed again and got some very weird looks from the people around me. But I didn’t care because I had actually done it.

I left the ride happy and content. Pretty soon I was walking all the way over to Main Street, USA. I smiled as I saw my mom’s worried face. We hugged. She commented on how wet I was as we walked over the bridge to tomorrow land to the pizza palace. I told her the whole story, smiling as I passed the DisneyLand Castle.