As I stood in the middle of the crowded clump of screaming kids,
chattering young adults and worn out parents, I took note of everything
that went around me.

The spinning teacups seated with excited children screaming made me
dizzy. It was as though the teacups would never get tired of going
around in circles. All I saw was a quick whirl of lemon, aquamarine,
and lavender round objects twirling around endlessly. After staring at
this scene for awhile, the solid, concrete floor beneath me began to
wobble like Jell-O.

Behind me, I could hear a mother scolding her child for wandering off
alone to the Peter Pan ride. The little child, the size of an elf,
twirled the golden pigtails that hung down the side of the tiny,
freckled face. Suddenly, the little girl started bawling, chocolate
ice cream stains on her cheek.

When I looked across the walkway, I saw a sign that said, “Lemonade”.
I could feel the beads of sweat peeking up on my arms, and upper back
as the radiant, shining sun shone on my head. My cheeks flushed and I
could feel them getting warmer. I walked over to the vending machine
resting on the sidewalk, and stared at the towering glass of juice just
waiting to be picked up. Without trying to resist the temptation of
using the last of my money, I hastily bought the drink and stood in a
corner. As the ice cold drops of sour liquid juice landed on my warm
tongue, I was immediately cooled down, and I was relieved of the
sweltering weather. It tasted sour, yet somewhat sweet, and delicious.
I sipped more and let the cool juice rest in my mouth to bring down my
temperature.

Next to me, Mickey Mouse suddenly appeared. He held out his hand to
me for a shake and I was about to put my hand into his chubby one, when
a swarm of kids pushed me out of the way to get Mickey’s autograph.

I walked away, for I didn’t want to get smothered by those kids. I
passed a food court and I could smell the aroma of hot dogs,
hamburgers, hot clam chowder and chicken. This particular spot next to
the food made me think of when I was around ten years old and I was
starving just like now, but I just spent the last pennies of my money
on lemonade. Grumpily, I ambled away, completely famished.

I sat down on a splintered bench right in front of the ride,
Madderhorn, and watched the people hop onto it, while I waited for my
aunt to return from getting a souvenir. As the small cart of
Madderhorn slowly progressed toward the welcoming mouth of the dark
cave, a young teen hollered before anything at all happened. A few
girlish giggles and the cart raced down the black tunnel. A few
seconds later, it reappeared at the top of the mountain and flew like
the wind down the cascading waters. A minutes worth of curving,
dropping, and getting splashed with water and it was over. I saw the
hysterical face of a wide eyed girl who had just come off the ride.

I heard my stomach grumbled, and made a face. I thought, where is my
aunt? At that moment, she sauntered over with a large paper bag full of
gifts, and we left the chaotic spot of Disneyland.