My First Trip to the Happiest Place on Earth

     Fantasmic... Thrilling... Exciting... Magical... These are some of the many words that I would use to describe my first visit to the Happiest Place on Earth.
      To this day I remember holding hands with my little sister, Ryan, as we skipped, danced, and laughed all the way down Main Street U.S.A. while my mom, Tina, snapped photos of us, preserving this moment. I can still feel the magic all around me, every problem I had ever had somehow disappeared as I entered this utopian world.
     Now, my family had previously gone to Disneyland when I was a little kid. But, I had forgotten 95% of the trip. The only things I remembered were seeing the Yeti on Matterhorn Mountain (May I add that I basically had a mental breakdown on this ride), riding across the bridge on Indiana Jones (I still remember my legs shaking as I exited the ride), and walking down Main Street U.S.A (For some reason, I imagined it going uphill).
     This is why I count this visit as my first trip, because it was the first trip that I could actually remember. In addition, this was my first trip to Disneyland since my parent's divorce a year prior.
     On a positive and Disney-like note, the first ride my family went on was Indiana Jones. The reason why I decided to go on the ride at the time was because that was one of the few rides that I remembered previously going on. Boarding the ride, my sister, who was five at the time, was just under the height limit. Thankfully, she managed to go on her tepee-toes just enough to be able to board the ride. From there, we enjoyed the ride, especially the boulder scene. Being in the sixth grade, and extremely innocent, I believed that the boulder was real.
     From there, I met Trishna and her family. It was my first time meeting them, and in the beginning it was extremely uncomfortable. Trishna and I basically stared at each other like both of us were from different planets. No words could describe "That Awkward Moment" (Pun intended). After a short line, we boarded Space Mountain together with our families. Sitting, and screaming bloody murder together as we plummeted through space, we basically had to bond. And from that point on, we became best friends, and to this day, I think of her as my second sister, her younger sister, Maya, being my third sister.
     This is why I love Disneyland, it can send you on a cruise through New Orleans, or through Snow White's adventure, or even to the future. It transports you into places that most people never get a chance to visit. There is honestly something for every creative person here.
     On a better note, we went on 85% of the attractions in Disneyland that day, and at about 9 o'clock, we headed over to California Adventures, a park I had never been too. May I remind you, this day takes place in 2011, before Disney's California Adventure had renovations done to it.
     The group of us waded through the Tron party, and headed straight to the mysterious Hollywood Hotel, also known as the Twilight Tower of Terror. I still remember the faint orange glow that radiated off of the tower.
     The group and I headed straight into the hotel. We had to all watch a short pre-ride video about what turned the once glamorous hotel into this hotel that looked like some Alfred Hitchcock creation.
     At this point, I was a nervous wreck. I grabbed onto my little sister for dear life, believing that the floor below us was going to drop us!
     Thankfully, the floor didn't move, and about ten minutes later we entered our elevator, and were sent into the Twilight Zone! My heart was pounding like never before, and my stomach was flopping and flipping around like some deranged fish.
     The elevator finally shot up higher than it had ever been, and as it did this, it revealed all of the California Adventure, the shining lights of Electronica below. It was truly magical.
     Dropping faster than Justin Bieber's IQ, the elevator plummeted down, finally coming to an abrupt stop, sending us into our seats.
     About twenty minutes after our trip to the Twilight Zone, the Brady Bunch of us headed to California Screamin'. Instantly, I knew that this ride wasn't like any other ride I had ever been on. Up until this day, I could barely go down a giant waterslide at Wild Rivers!
     However, I was not going to wimp out at the Happiest Place on Earth, so I boarded the ride with Trishna and her mother and father.
     Sitting down in rows of two, the ride took off slowly, and came to a stop by the Paradise Lagoon just as the narrator tormented us by stopping. I just wanted to get this ride over with, and survive it!!
     The narrator counted backwards, filling me up with more dread and suspense than Katniss felt as she stood on the ramps by the cornucopia in The Hunger Games.
     Blasting forward, we were sent over and under hills as I grabbed onto my glasses for dear life! They were going to fall off! Trying to hold onto them, I yelled and screamed with Trishna, trying to insert them into a carrier pouch, which was hard due to the ride's jerkiness.
     As the loopty-loop occurred, I remembered truly believing that I was going to die. I froze, and honestly, the rest of the ride was a blur. Actually, the rest of my time in California Adventure was a blur....
     The only thing I remember is exiting the park, and turning around, gazing at the glow of the Tower of Terror and saying how I would come back as soon as possible, now that I had an Annual Pass.
     From there, I don't remember anything. Probably because I was so emotionally, physically, and mentally drained from that day. Trust me when I say that Disneyland is a workout. You will find yourself running to the line, chasing a character down Main Street, consuming food at an alarming rate so you don't waste time, and most importantly, wondering if you will survive some of the faster rides!
    And that, is a day in the life of a Disney Pro.