Approximately 10:00pm
Age: 18 years, 4 months, 23 days
I almost didn’t write anything today. That would have killed me. I’ve been thinking about writing. I’ve wanted to but one can’t stop and reflect on the times and enjoy them all at once.
We went to Magic Kingdom ( Disney World) today. And I had a blast. No, really. It was so perfect that Disney doesn’t have any huge roller coasters or mega cool rides that we would have to go on or miss out. No, there is nothing, plus I’ve been on most of the rides before. So what makes that perfect is that there’s no itinerary, no hidden schedule. I didn’t have to go on the huge rides to have fun. That made it so I could enjoy just being there, living in the moment, and whatever happened next happened. How perfect.
I woke up and wasn’t excited at all. There was no reason to be, but I was in a mopey mood. Things changed.
When we got to the park the ticket checker, clerk, whatever his position is called was so much fun. A side note – everyone is so nice and helpful. It’s very impressive. I’ve never had such a nice people on vacation before. Anyway, this guy was enjoying his job, which is always nice to see. And well walking through the swiveling he made the whole family raise our arm and say “whee!” It would have been lame if he weren’t so enthusiastic and doing it himself in a high-pitched shriek. redacted went first and played along, which was great. The whole family did it. I was very amused. Later we, redacted and I, passed the guy, gate attendant I guess I’ll call him, and he remembered us. We stopped and exchanged “ I remember you’s”. he made me so happy.
And redacted, being her, as soon as she had her plastic ticket in hand she did it. Well, the card has a magnetic strip on it that enables the user to get a FastPass to the lines. We find this out when we get tickets for Space Mountain. Mine had a time on it. Redacted looked at hers and asked, “Uh Kris, what does yours say?” She had an invalid ticket. And attendant told us that we would have to go to City Hall and get a new card. Then he saw that she bit it. “ Yup, that’ll do it”. Off to City Hall.
The attendant there was also great ( super nice and friendly). Redacted shamefully ( with hidden pride) revealed the story. “ That happens all the time.” “Really?” “Yeah.” The guy examines the card. “Wait… You bit this?” “Yeah, that’s what I said”. “Oh, I thought you said you bent it. No, actually that has never happened before. You made my day”. Laughs… So he typed into the computer the reason for a malfunctioning card “Guest bit card”. Later this guy was walking past and went out of his way to see how redacted was doing and if he was having a good time. Nice people, honestly.
Then comes my encounter with an extremely nice lady. Redacted stops to look at some beautifully sculpted glass structures. I pick one up and examine it and… Let go. It shatters. Well the lady comes right out, I get this lump in my throat about to cry, suck it up and… She says “ you didn’t get hurt did you? There’s no glass in your foot or anything?” “No” “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up” And heads off to get a broom. “ Wait, don’t you want me to pay for it?”. “No, no”. “Really?” “Yes”. “Thank you so much”, sincere in my gratitude. It was wonderful, I must say.
I enjoyed all of the rides we went on, but redacted and I both enjoyed the train ( which circles the park) very much. We stayed on it 1 1/2 times around the park. During that last stretch we saw a rainbow. We fluttered by the mist, and there it was – breathtaking. I remembered how beautiful they are. They’re not cheesy or silly. They don’t stand for homosexuality. They’re magical and perfect for my story. It’s such a symbol of a deity, your splendor, and can be a very strong bond of love.
Back to Disney. Redacted and I actually went through with one of the best things I’ve ever done at a theme park. We stop thinking of ourselves, not entirely, but it was an attempt. I believe that an idea of this kind could only have come from you. Last night we went on a wagon ride, which I did not record, but it was marvelous. It took us to the fireworks, or to a spot where we could see them and even played the silly Disney tracks along with it. So we got the same show that played across the water in Disney. Well after some steps, thought up by both of us, we decided to buy a Mickey stuffed animal and write a note and leave it in the park for some little kid. We know it was great. It read:
To: A very special kid,
Have a Merry Christmas. May all your dreams come true.
*heart emoji* Santa
I love the “ may all your dreams come true” line. I insisted on putting it in because I heard it in the song played at the fireworks show.
We had some problems picking out which stuffed animal and finally decided on Mickey. There would have been no problem but the cheaper Mickey wasn’t as cool as the Fantasia Mickey. We couldn’t afford the better one. I started to feel bad about things and Jen was getting tense. But we got it. Redacted decided to leave before we could get rid of it together, which was great for me because I didn’t want her to bring me down. I was enjoying the things I enjoyed when I was little. I think I liked the trip so much because it came back to me, my childhood trip that is, and I remembered the rides and places.
Redacted left and I searched for a spot to drop it off. I just wanted to be rid of it. Finally I found a child playground and after some hesitation I snuck the stuffed animal in between the bars and left the note. No one saw. I was afraid they would. Then I left. I didn’t want to see who got it or what happened. Someone was sure to find it, but the note might have blown away and no one took it. Many things could go wrong. But, it could have made some little kids day and they may go on believing and dreaming and that is the most wonderful thing I can hope for. So I left it and the rest is up to you.
It was your idea, God. I did it for you and I don’t want any credit. It killed me when redacted told redacted and showed him the stuffed animal. I guess that’s why. I don’t deserve things or admiration, that’s the truth. I’m glad for the opportunity. It was fun, God. Choose me anytime.
I should get back to the camper now. They might worry. I’m sure that I have more to continue in there.
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