The Most Magical Place in the World

  in  USA
I was 12 years old, and it was Christmas time. The snow had been falling in Michigan for what seemed like forever. I grew up there, so I was practically used to it, but after some time, it does get old. Christmas morning finally rolled around, and my siblings and I anxiously awaited all of our gifts. Every year, we each get one "big gift". When everything was gone, we noticed there was no big gift. My parents walked away and came back with suit cases. I remember thinking, "Oh great, just what every kid wants - a bunch of luggage!" As we opened them up, a picture of Cinderella's castle was taped inside, along with a note that read, "WE'RE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!". Imagine my surprise! We waited for May to roll around, and when it finally did, I couldn't believe it. I finally understood what people meant when they said what a magical place it was. I could feel the happiness all around me. It was almost overwhelming. For a twelve year old little girl to understand and recognize the goodness and amazement that a place had to offer still shocks me when I think back to that week we spent there. Our last night there, we spent in the park watching the annual parade. There were fireworks, Disney characters, floats - It was nothing but pure magic. I swear I could have had tears in my eyes. The funny thing is, though - I know I wasn't the only one who was feeling it. You could see it on the faces of every other boy and girl who had finally been given the chance to experience the wonder that Walt Disney so graciously intended to create. I realize that I keep repeating the world magical, but honestly, it is the best way to describe the holiday my family and I took there. It was nothing short of unforgettable.