Disneyland, Family, and my Fearful Self I was half walking, half skipping through the crowded Disneyland paths with the company of my family that day. The clouds covered a few sections of the light blue sky, and the wind gently blew in the tourists’ faces turning them a pinkish, even reddish color. A decently hot, almost humid breeze from the sun and the wind spread through the city of Paris, France that afternoon in May of 2010. Me, my mother, father, brothers Stefano and Matteo, and sister Francesca, had just gotten back from visiting the one and only Eiffel Tower, which we unfortunately did not have the chance to go on, as the line was said to last for approximately two more hours. My family was excited and looked forward to going on rides, …show more content…
Running down my pink cheeks were my tears, like a body of water going down a rainfall to dive into the river that was the base of the boat. My mother’s hugs failed to calm me down. Surprisingly to me, Stefano, Francesca and Matteo didn’t get one single shiver for being scared, they seemed to have enjoyed all the water, the few bright lights and the humid air in that cave. Now that I look back on this episode, I feel terribly sorry for the people around me on that boat, I must have ruined the whole ride for them with my cries. Just as the boat bumped back on the platform, I stood up from my seat and rushed off the boat before storming out of the cave. Finally out of that jet-black place, the yellow light of the sun mixed with my watery eyes started bothering me, keeping me from focusing my view of the park rides, visitors and tall palm trees. I rubbed my wrists on my eyes to dry them up, as I didn’t want the entire Disneyland to know I had been scared of a simple boat ride. The happiness and joy of being outside again were major feelings I kept at the moment. I had exaggerated a bit by thinking that I would never come out of that place. Nothing could bring my mood down now that I had been freed from that terrorizing