It was a dream come true. I got to meet all my favorite characters including the Peter Pan characters. When I was little my parents would have to wash my face pretty much every ten minutes. They finally figured out that whenever I got excited I would tense up and my hands would ball into fists squishing against my cheeks. With all the dirt on my hands from playing, dirt marks would form on my cheeks from where my fists touched. So you can imagine how I would be at Disneyland. For example, I was so so so excited to meet Smee that in the picture it looks like I am about to take someone out-
Gotta love the fanny packs. That's me in the middle, my sister on the right, and my cousin on the left. After we met them we went on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride (of course). It was like I had been transported back in time to the land of swash buckling rouges and huge boats... I mean ships with cannons on them. I couldn't believe my eyes. The ride automatically became my favorite ride in the whole park.
After Adventureland we went to Fantasyland. And there it was the man... er... mouse himself's house. I was going to meet Mickey Mouse (You can bet your bottom dollar that my fists were squishing my face more than ever). Back then you had to stand in a line outside his house and then when it was clear enough you could go in and meet Mickey. We were at the front of the line right under the overhead cover of the porch. Right above my head was a bird's nest and next thing I know the bird decides that it needed to take a dump and my head looked like the perfect spot... it was gross to say the least. The poor employee, who was just a young guy, had no clue what to do. Everyone was just standing there looking at me in shock while this bird poop became crusty on my head. Finally my aunt pulled out some baby wipes, and her and my mom stood there scrubbing my head to get all of it off while everyone else got to meet Mickey. I was the last to meet him and I was in tears because of how hard they had to scrub my head.
The rest of the trip was pretty normal from what I remember, and the ride home was scored by me singing at the top of my lungs "Yo Ho! Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.... Yo Ho! Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me!"
And the lived awkwardly ever after. The End.