Personal Narrative On Disneyland

It was a day meant to be at Disneyland. My cousins came down all the way from South Africa to visit us, and seeing as theyʼve never been to the Happiest Place on Earth before, we decided to take them.

There were nine of us in total. My older sister, Row; my mom; my two cousins, Sarah and Ava, and their mothers; a family friend, Bev; and a girl we just happen to pick up on the side of the road, oh I forget her name lets just call her That Girl.

The day was sunny and unusually warm for October. We all piled into a four seater car, some of us sitting on top of each other. Those two hours in that car flew by fast, and before I knew it, we were at Disneyland.

We all piled out of the car, stumbling and tripping over one another. I looked up and

I just wanted to throw myself on them like a wild animal and scream, “MY PRECIOUS!”

We entered into the park and stood while we decided what we wanted to do first.

You see, I havenʼt been to Disneyland since I was about five, so I didnʼt remember much about it and I havenʼt really been on most of the rides.

Row, That Girl and I really wanted to go on the Matterhorn Bobsleds, but Sarah and Ava were afraid of roller coasters and after much talking, we decided to split up and do the rides we wanted and then meet up later on at the pickle stand (yes. There were pickles at Disneyland).

We treaded over to the Matterhorn and waited in line. I was feeling so nervous and excited. After much anticipation, we were next.

As we climbed in and buckled ourselves in, I felt like I wanted to jump off the ride and run away as fast as I

We reached the line and it looked pretty long to me. I suggested maybe we should come back, but the others didnʼt want to loose our place in line.

Then my mom had this brilliant plan. She told us she would be right back and disappeared among the throngs of people. After awhile, Mickey Mouse turned up in line. He came over to us and bent down and whispered, “Hey guys! Itʼs me!” in my momʼs voice. “I stole Mickey Mouses costume from his changing room.

Follow my lead. ALL RIGHT, BOYS AND GIRLS! OUTTA THE WAY!” my mother called in Mickeyʼs voice. Surprisingly, it was spot on. We all looked at each other, confused, but we shrugged and followed Mickey Mom to the front of the line.

“These here are Mickeyʼs special guests!” she told the person working at the ride. “I insist they get on next. Oh boy!”

The worker looked confused for a moment, then turned to the other Cast Members and said, “Well, you heard him.”

We climbed into the log and I sat behind Sarah. The seats were wet and water inside the log sloshed at my ankles.

Surprisingly, the only one to get completely drenched on the ride was Row. Everyone else seemed to only get a little