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SPLASH! I stepped into a puddle and got my shoes soaking wet. We were running inside a store in the Magic Kingdom because it was raining cats and dogs. I was so upset because I ruined my favorite shirt on Splash mountain though I shouldn't be complaining because my dad was soaking from head to toe trying to cover me and my 11 years old brother, Tommy. The forecast said it was going to rain but we were very forgetful and forgot the umbrellas. My eyes being misty, I thought to myself that the rain ruined my day but I didn't know it would get much more worse. My dad put a sweet arm on my back and whispered ,"It's ok sweetheart we can get you something nice. I just pouted. The store was humongous. I thought I would get lost. My mom and my brother went to look at the magazines while my dad and I just wandered around the store. At first we went to the clothing section and found the cutest shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. I remember when I was about three years old I was obsessed with Mickey …show more content…

I had always been frightened of that place because it looked so creepy especially I didn't want to be known as one of the kids there and I thought that my parents would never come for me. She started to dial her phone. BEEP BOOP BEEP. I don't know what happened but I started to run. I didn't want to leave my family and I knew they were somewhere in this store. I ran through the the upstairs and downstairs then all the way upstairs. THUNK! I crashed into a very large man with broad shoulders and salt and pepper colored hair. With another look I realize it my dad. I hugged him so tightly.I was so happy that I found him but then I became very mad because I realized he just left me there. I left his

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